Disclaimer: I don't own anything you may recognize…I only wish I did but all I own is Annabella Rivers and Zachary James.
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Dear Diary,
Okay so it's now like….10:09 a.m. and I am EXHAUSTED. That Albus guy came and to be honest, I think he's a bit screw loose. Zach liked him but I'm a little wary. After all, the guy was wearing a DRESS! That is just not normal. But anyways he did show us some pretty cool stuff. Like this place known as Diagon Alley. Trust me, it's awesome! There are all these shops in which you can buy potion ingredients – Gross -, Broomsticks, wands, books, you name it. Zach nearly wet himself with joy. Took all my self-control not to ask if we could get vodka here. No tequila either, apparently. Albus was saying something like he was the head of the school and that we would be going to Hogwarts first thing tomorrow morning.
This should be fun. I mean I get a whole new chance to live my life without people telling me what to do and how to do it. I could totally build another identity completely. Hmmm, this gives me an idea. Zach managed to sober up in time but he still had a bit of a headache. Serves him right for drinking his vodka and most of mine. Fucking hell, I think I may be adopted. When we went to the bank –Gringotts, or something- Albus said my parents had left a vault of gold for me when I finally came to Hogwarts. I mean, if my parents had left me gold, why didn't they tell me about it?
Maybe they aren't my real parents. I really don't see how THAT is a loss. They don't like me anyway, I can tell. Well, I suppose they were when I was little but I've changed so much since then. Gone are the glittery pink dresses and the flowing hair. My hair is still long, but now dead straight and ebony. My dress sense mainly consists of Black Tee's and shorts. Yeah, real glamorous if that's your thing. Ha, I can tell you it's not my parent's cup of tea. They hate my dress sense. They hate my looks. They hate my sexuality. Basically, they hate me. It may sound unbelievable but it's true.
We're on the train now and I am so amazed that I got through that brick wall without breaking something. Must be something to do with the enchantment. Hahahaha you should see the look on Zach's face. He's discovered the food trolley and he's down on his knees in front of the lady who runs it praising her and yelling "Hallelujah" Poor woman looks scared -. Sorry some bushy-headed young girl calling herself Hermione told me that the train will be pulling into Hogwarts shortly and that I should dress in my robes. And get Zach off the floor. He's still praising her. Hermione doesn't look much older then me.
Well anyway, Diary, I had better get changed and convince Zach to either get some food or move his butt up off of the floor. This is set to be fun sarcasm alert. I'll write to you later diary when I have time to. According to Albus, we have to be "sorted" before dinner and bed. Okay the sorted part is freaking me out. Sorted into what exactly? Oh man, I'm in way over my head here, Diary!
Annabella Rivers
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