chapter six.
'Knock knock.'
'Who's there?'
'You know!'
'You-Know-Who?'
'HUH? WHERE?'
Oh, Ron's older brothers crack me up.
Anyway.
I'm really liking it here at school. I still don't have very many friends yet, but that's okay. I like my lessons a lot, and it's nice to be able to eat just dessert at dinner, if I want. I forgot to mention to Gran in my last letter that I haven't eaten a vegetable since July.
Today was the first Quidditch match of the season. I was never into sports, but Gran tried to sign me up for football on a Muggle team one year. I quite lost my liking for it after one practice. Quidditch is different, though. I think I might like to play one year. Maybe I'll ask Harry to help me practice. He's pretty good. He didn't fall, anyway.
And that really is more impressive than it sounds, since Ron and Hermione told me they reckon Snape was jinxing Harry's broom. That makes sense, since Harry's broom was going mad, and it's not like Snape's the type of person you'd imagine picking dandelions on weekends. Now I'm even more nervous about going into Potions on Monday. What if he jinxes my chair or something?
It was a great match, though. Harry won it for Gryffindor by nearly swallowing the Snitch, it seemed like from the stands. Goodness, the noise from the stands was louder than Gran's cheers when she listens to game shows on the Wizarding Wireless Network.
Right now there's a party going on in the Common Room. Fred and George Weasley appeared with some Butterbeers and food from the kitchen, and everybody's been down there ever since. Professor McGonagall came into Gryffindor Tower to tell us to go to bed. Twice. But I know she's happy we won, so I don't think anybody'll get in trouble. I joined in for a bit, but really I'm more happy just sitting and writing in the empty dormitory. Trevor's on my nightstand, sleeping.