Dear Diary,
Things are getting more serious with Teddy. He came to visit me. At school! I love him, but I'm not entirely sure if I'm ready for this to move so fast. I want us to last, and people who rush into things don't always last. It concerns me. I love him very much, and I know my family loves him too-he is practically one of us-but there are so many things to consider. Then again, maybe it's best not to consider too much. Grandmum and Grandad eloped, and Mum and Dad married pretty quick, and in the middle of a war at that. Teddy's parents eloped, too. So I suppose there's precedent, if we wanted to marry quickly. But unlike all of them, we're not at war. We have the luxury of deciding whether or not we want to wait, because we don't have to worry about dying tomorrow.
Anyway, my classes are going alright. It's a big duty, being Head Girl and taking all these classes, but it'll all look very good when I apply for a job at the Ministry next year. Uncle Percy says I should try to work in his department, but I'm not sure it really interests me. Not that I would say that. Uncle Harry mentioned being an Auror; that doesn't really sound like my sort of thing either. I want to do something that'll really help people. Maybe I ought to join the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, like Aunt Hermione did. And she's Minister now! Or maybe some other department. Regardless, I need to keep up my grades to work at the Ministry.
It's strange that I'm really in my last year of Hogwarts. I'm of age, an adult, but it doesn't feel that way. I'm the first of all of my siblings and cousins to come of age, and the first to go off into the world; I guess I'm starting off the new generation. And that's quite a legacy to live up to.
Anyway, I'd better get back to my work.
Au revoir,
Victoire Weasley