Dear Diary,
Nobody can ever know this. Ever. But I think... oh god, I can't even write it. I think... that I might like the Weasley girl. Rose. I don't know what it is about her. But she isn't as awful as I had thought. Arrogant, sure, absolutely. But she also has a certain little charm around her. Then again, her mother is... oh, I can't use the word anymore. I just can't. I know I'm supposed to care about blood purity, and so I've been writing that I do, but I just don't see why it has to matter. Yeah, they start out knowing less about magic, but why does that even matter? I guess Mum is right. If even Dad doesn't always talk about blood purity anymore, then I guess it really doesn't matter.
Maybe it's not getting into Slytherin that's changed my view, and maybe not. Either way, I don't care about blood purity and I do care about Rose. She's funny and she's smart and I kind of want to spend more time with her. But it would never work. Our families have hated each other for too long. Our fathers fought, our grandfathers fought, our great-grandfathers fought... then again, patterns can be broken. Maybe. I'm confused.
Write to you later,
Scorpius Malfoy