Top Secret
by Shealtiel
Rated: T for sexual references, adult themes, violence and mild coarse language
Summary: "Oak, fourteen inches, unpliant and resilient, excellent for Transfiguration with a knack for Charms. Veela hair core."

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Thursday, December 25th, 1969
6:09pm
Lounge Room

Mum and Dad bought me a record player for my room. It's so cool. I can't believe it! I got some new clothes too. This really beautiful dress and some cute white pants and some tops as well.

The real thing I wanted to write about though was that the wrapping paper caught fire today. It was all in this big pile, and I opened my last present (the record player) and I was just so excited I squealed, and then the paper set on fire. But the thing is, it wasn't near anything that could have set it off. No type of heat and no matches or cigarettes or anything. It was so weird! It scared me. But Dad was quick. He tipped his coffee on the small flame, and it went out. But still, it was scary. I just wish I knew what was going on. I think something's wrong with me.

Anyway, I'm supposed to be playing the new game we got with the rest of my family.

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