My Jedi Journal

By Prof. Tarma Amelia Black

Catch up on previous installments of My Jedi Journal!
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17.

Dear Jedi Journal,

I found the page I ripped out of you last December. Yes, I ripped it out. Why? Why would I deface you in that way? Because right after I finished writing it, I got an OWL message, from Alanna, warning me of something quite dreadful and I freaked out. I tore this page out of you and stuffed it into my trunk, in a pair of gruddly socks (which I had kept unwashed because they were the socks that I was wearing the first time I ever scored in a Quidditch game) and anyway, I just found it. So I'm taping it back in, on a new page, with this note in case I ever feel like knowing why I did it in the first place.

No, I'm not saying what that OWL message said. Not now. Maybe tomorrow. But as you can see, the lack of stuff in you since December shows that it was rather dreadful.

Dear Diary— Remember ages ago I wrote in here that I got a new broomstick!? A Nimbus 2000? Well, evidently that's not all I got. I just found out today that I'm invited to a wedding. Dad and Alanna are gonna get married. On New Year's Eve. Well, right after New Year's Eve, at 12:01 a.m. (or something like that) in the

ably won't do until the last couple of days because that's what I've always done anyway, I get to go to a wedding. So, now I'm sort of freaking out about what I can wear. Because it turns out that they're inviting a lot of people: people from Dad's work and people from Alanna's team (!!!), which means I will be meeting with a lot of REAL professional quidditch players. I'm feeling so shaky. I need to wear something that is really cool but at the same time is telling them I can play quidditch. That tells them that I'm grown up enough to play a mean game of quidditch and yet be