Dear Diary,
The last they went so quickly. You would have thought someone had seen a Friskchly! I just relaxed and packed and all. Just before the fest I couldn't found some of my possessions again. I ran into Harry who was looking lost and very, very painful.
"How come you're not at the feast?" Harry asked, but not sounding very curious.
I told him why. His face changed from anger and pain to what looked a bit sad. He frowned and asked why my things had been hide.
"Oh … well…" I shrugged and told him that it probably was because people found me odd. Now he looked like he pitied me a bit. I felt a bit like reassuring him that I was OK, and it happens all the time, so when he asked if I wanted help I said no. Besides, my things always come back. We chatted a bit about death and things. He, of course heard them behind the veil. He looked a little better when I left. I found my things an hour later hidden behind a statue. It's late and I'm going to have a good night sleep, hopefully not about Umbridge Slashkilters!
Revoutalla breeth's,
Luna.