The Wizarding Times
Jedi Journal
Dear Diary
~Tuesday~
This has been a very strange sort of day. I went to school, same as always, and noticed a whole bunch of owls flying around. "That's weird," I said to myself, but continued walking. Living out in the country, and having to walk about one mile to school, it doesn't pay to lolly-gag and look at birds, even if it is a bunch of owls, and it is the morningtime.
The morning passed quickly, but it was boring being in the classes. I had a great time, though, because I was pretending that I was a great wizard, and I used a chopstick that I had from the Chinese-food restaurant, and pretended that it was a magic wand. Then I pretended that I was turning the teachers into great big rabbits, and some of the students into frogs or toads.
My best friend, Amelia, came up to me at lunchtime, and she told me I needed to grow up. That I was almost 11 years old, and that only *kids* did stuff like that. Listen to her-ha! I said to myself. Maybe she isn't my best friend anymore. Maybe I need a new best friend, one that can join with me in my playing.
Something really strange happened after lunch. In the chemistry class, where we learn how things are made and how to do basic stuff like making smoke and things like that combining different ingredients (it's only the 5th grade so we don't get to do the REAL interesting stuff), I was wondering what would happen if the smoke turned pink. Because it's not supposed to turn pink, according to the directions.
I got distracted by the sight of an owl flying outside the window, and when I looked back, the smoke was pink! That was really weird! Not only that, the teacher made us evacuate the classroom. He was all nervous, but it turned out to be nothing much.
So, anyway, I walked home. My folks weren't home yet; Dad was probably out with the work crew and Mom was still in town, most likely. And this huge, absolutely smashing, owl came flying at me! It was SO COOL. It came right up to me, and swooped up and dropped an envelope in my hands!
It was some sort of strange paper, too, real heavy and there was this old-fashioned sort of blob of something, maybe wax, on the outside of the envelope. It was from some sort of strange school... I'd never heard of it before. But what was so weird is that it was addressed to me! So I opened it....
.....and my parents came home at the same time, half an hour later.
How am I supposed to tell them that I'm going to a School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Oh, well, I'll find a way.
Tomorrow.
Good-night, Diary.
Dear Diary
~Sunday~
The summer term has just ended. Late, because of all the snow we had last year, everything was behind. Anyway, I am free of that school, forever, I think. That letter that I got, from that owl? It was a real, true thing. I showed it to my parents, a couple of hours after they were home, and they were relaxed. I'm glad I waited, because that was the last time they were relaxed for days. So they got to sit quietly for a little while. Is it such a bad thing that I'm a witch, I wonder?They look at me a little strange, now, like they think I'm going to turn into a toad or something. *sigh*
The weirdest thing happened, though! Our really crazy neighbor, the one who stays up at all times of the night, and we hear great big bangs coming from her house, well, she showed up here yesterday! She is HOT! She came over, for the first time ever, yesterday, and introduced herself to my folks. She had on a cloak; it was all a rich really dark midnight-y purple and really cool, and it was lined on the inside with some shimmery stuff, maybe silk? and a pale blue. It is GORGEOUS. I wanted it, immediately. But even more I wanted to look like 'her'. I'm so tired of my mousy brown hair and just ordinary face. She (her name is Alana) has short and spikey black hair with purple streaks! and her face, her skin, is all pale like pearls and glowy. Maybe it is her make-up; I'll have to ask. And she has a proper nose, not a tiny little snip like mine. She's awesome. Anyway, she came over to visit, and said that she figured it was time she introduced herself, because she thought for sure that I'd gotten an invitation to attend Hogwarts.
My mom got really upset; maybe up until then she was pretending to herself that I'd made the whole thing up? My dad -- who knows what he thought? He just sat there, puffing on his pipe. I think he was kind of amused, actually. Sometimes I wonder about my dad.... I've got to look at that later. Maybe he wasn't so surprised, at all, at me being a witch.
ANYWAY, Alana came by, and she offered to take me to Diagon Alley, in London, to get my school things! Isn't that exciting? Of course, my folks needed proof of who and what she was, or said she was.
My mom totally refuses to drink out of her favorite teacups now. Alana turned them into little mice, really cute mice with pink whiskers. And then she had the tea-kettle sing-- not just a screeching, you know, but *sing*. I think it was someone Parvoti. No, Pavarotti. Nice voice.
So, mom was convinced. Hmmmm. This is so strange, in a way. Because dad never asked her, Alana, to prove anything, or even asked her to give proof of identity.
Why didn't I think to ask about that then?
She says I can come visit her, and soon. I want to. I'm glad school is over--even if she says that Hogwarts starts up in only a few weeks.
I've got to get all of these books, too! But she says not to worry, that the list, that came with the letter, is complete, and that we'll find everything that I need at Diagon Alley. I looked up the London map; I don't see ANY Diagon Alley there. I do hope that she's not joking me.
Good night Diary; next time I write in you I'll have GONE SHOPPING!