Dear Diary,
Today was our Diagon Alley shopping trip for my school things. I bought all my books at Flourish and Blotts, and I got my robes from Madam Malkins'. The wand I bought was from Ollivander's, and I had to try four different wands until one chose me. It is 10 inches, made from Hawthorn wood with a unicorn tail hair. Ollivander described it as reasonably springy. It looks very nice, and I can't wait until I can use it at school.
Father says I cannot use underage magic, but he told me that even if I do, he can pay the ministry to keep it quiet. Father has ordered me not to bring shame to our family at Hogwarts. I wouldn't dream of doing that, because father would most likely give me a beating. And I want to please him.
My father went to buy me a broomstick today, and my mother went to buy my books, so I went to Madam Malkins alone. I met another boy there. He had black hair, green eyes, and wore glasses. He doesn't seem to know anything about Hogwarts, so I think he might be one of them. Father calls them Mudbloods, and told me that they do not belong in our world.
My new broom is the latest model; a Nimbus 2001. I tried it when we got back home, and it's very fast and light. Father is pleased that I can fly so well. I am glad that he is proud of me.
Dobby has just prepared dinner, and I am required to go down soon. Dobby is a good elf. Father treats him like rubbish, and mother ignores him, but sometimes I like to play with Dobby. He is kind to me, so I am nice to him. I do not let father see though, because he would be angry and he would start lecturing me about how house elves are scum and deserves to be punished.
Mother has just called me; I think she wants to see my new school robes. I have to go now,
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy.