September 8th, 1942. I'm not sure that I like Hogwarts very much.
People have
died, and this supposed to be school and all that. I just don't think it sounds very right.
Especially since one of the dead people is a girl not
that much older than all of us, and her brother's a Prefect in our house, even.
The homework's not bad, and my least favourite class is Flying. Even if it's not really a class like the other ones, I don't like it very much at all. I like all the languages, though, since I'm sort of good at them. I barely see Fia anymore, too, and I don't like that, either. I know she has class and I have class and we both have to attend all of our classes, but ...
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worried