So far, she had enjoyed every minute. From the platform, to the train, to the boats. She'd thought it was strange that Hermione had sat with her on the train, yet Ron and Harry were no where to be seen. Shrugging it off to them probably trying to avoid her, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind.
Walking through the doors, she felt tiny. Everything looked so old, expensive and well huge. With every step she took she got more and more excited, she could feel her heart pounding. She was too busy looking around to notice people in front of her had stopped walking, causing her to bump into them "Sorry" She muttered as she heard the woman start talking.
She'd heard the woman say her name was Professor McGonagall and welcome them to Hogwarts. She led them through the huge doors, into the Great Hall. She looked around and saw a cluster of Red heads, smile and wave at her. Still no Ron or Harry though. As the group got to the front of the hall to be sorted she finally realised she was going to be stood here for ages, so she decided to look around the room.
As she glanced around she spotted the familiar looking faces of a few people, including one Draco Malfoy. She couldn't help but blush as he caught her looking at him. He was cute, but nothing on Harry. She shook her head and listened for her name, hearing it she stepped up to the chair and sat down, the hat touched her head instantly calling "Gryffindor!" As the hat was taken off, she ran over to sit by her older brothers. Seating herself next to Fred, grinning at him she waited for the food.
After the feast she followed her brother Percy as he led them to the dorms. It was only then that she saw Harry and Ron again, seeing them she walked over to them. "Hey, Ron. Where were you at dinner?" He shook his head, claiming he was tired and he'd talk to her about it tomorrow. She knew that was code for go away, so she just smiled at them, wished them goodnight and left for her room.
It was there that she looked in her trunk, so she could get into her pyjamas. She stumbled upon the diary again and took it out, she looked at it before deciding to write in it about today. What good was having a diary if she couldn't even write in it? She found herself writing in it for hours, getting to know her new friend, Tom.