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Entry #6 – mid-November
I'm hopeless about remembering dates. Because assignments are always "due on Monday" or something like that, and because my calendar was one of the first things to disappear this year, all I know is that it's the middle of November. Beyond that, I have no idea. One more mysterious parcel's come since I last wrote. The girl who's kind of looking after me said that some sixth-year handed it off to her with the instructions to give it to me, and the parcel looks like a lot of people have handled it. This much I know – the girl (I think her name is Padma) isn't the person who's being sweet and getting my things back to me. If I knew who handed her the package, I'd go bug them, but she won't tell me. Hiss…
Entry #7 – first day at school after Christmas
Two packages since I last wrote. One actually came by owl to my home during the break, which sent Dad off on a rant about how, if the person returning my things was any good, he or she would let me know who they are. The Christmas parcel contained a few wrapped presents for me as well as one of my school robes and my calendar. The presents were nice – a calendar, a box of toffee (my favorite type of sweet), and a pair of mittens that were clearly hand-made. Whoever's doing this had better reveal who they are now. I'm too curious for my own good, Mum always said, but so was she, and look what happened to her. I just want to know.
Entry #8 – next day
I think all my belongings are accounted for at the moment. A girl in my year, Rose something-or-other, handed me a parcel yesterday evening that contained my wand cozy and my last missing pair of socks. Oh, wait, my school scarf's gone missing since I got back here. Knowing my luck, it won't turn up till that poltergeist (I forget the demon's name) tries to strangle someone with it. Rose says she'll help me search after dinner. We'll do all the girls' dormitories and send her older brother, whose name escapes me, to do the boys' dormitories. If it doesn't turn up, I'm in for it.
Entry #9 – a few days before Valentine's Day
I didn't get around to writing over the past month or so because Rose and I have spent every spare minute looking for my blasted scarf and it still hasn't turned up. Her brother knows EVERYONE here, and even he doesn't know where it might be. We've taken to going through classrooms that aren't used much, but I highly doubt we'll find it in there. Padma (I did get her name right) has a twin sister in a different House, and the sister's been searching in there. Too bad there's no one nice in the House where the stupid scarf probably is.
Entry #10 – a week or so later
Yesterday was Valentine's Day, my least favorite holiday. To make it worse, my scarf turned up in a mysterious-looking parcel at lunch. No one gets packages at lunch, EVER. The person behind this is completely malicious. When I find out who it is, I'm going to make sure they know what I think of finding my sneakers hanging from a chandelier and getting parcels every fortnight or so from an owl who can't land without sending something flying. Hey, this gives me an idea. Next time I get a visit from the crash-landing owl, I'm going to attach a note to it and tell it to go back to its human. This is going to be fun.