1st November 1971
There was an attack on the muggle post office tower in the centre of London. I'm pretty sure that's where Aunty Gale used to work before she retired. It was so horrible to hear about it. It made it all seem closer to home. If Aunty Gale hadn't retired in August – that could have been her. She could have been one of the nameless muggles who had been harmed. I nearly cried when I read the paper this morning. I wasn't the only one who was shocked. Everyone else kept talking about what the paper had said about a coming war and a man called Grindelwald. I have no idea who he is. I need to do some research. I hate the way I don't know anything about this world. I'm supposed to be a witch but I don't know anything about being a witch.