Dear Diary,
My sisters and I have been home for a week now. It's cold and wet, I'm beginning to regret the move. Though my sisters have come up with a spell to keep them dry and warm when they're wearing they're mini-skirts and skimpy tops. Dad now has a permanent crease in his forehead from the twins and they're "inappropriate attire", it's really funny watching they're battle of wills. My mother and I just sit back and laugh at dad's attempts to get some clothes on them.
Today dad gave me and my sisters an amazing gift, three tickets to the quidditch world cup final! Ireland against Bulgaria. The twins have a crush on Krum so they're supporting Bulgaria but I prefer the Irish, it's the accent. What's really ironic is I can't fly but I love watching Quidditch. I've tried really but I'm too scared to get more then two feet off the ground. It started when I took my first flying lesson, I pushed off the ground too hard and ended up falling from six feet up and broke my arm. Since then I've avoided anything that requires flying. Though I still love to watch.
So tomorrow me and my sisters have to wake up early to hike to a portkey that takes us to the quidditch pitch. I beginning to think the real reason dad got us the tickets so him and mom can have some alone time. I'm hoping that we meet some kids from our new school so we can get an idea about what to expect this year. Maybe if I'm lucking I can meet the hot guy from my vision.