Saturday

September 2, 1980

Dear Diary,

Today was okay. We've arrived at Hogwarts. I think I've made some new friends. For future references, James has black hair and glasses, Peter is small with brownish hair, Remus is bookish and has brown hair, and Sirius (ha ha) had long, black hair. They all seem nice enough. Although they seem to get into trouble a lot , they give me lots to laugh about. And I don't laugh or smile a lot these days.

They seem to know I have a secret. I thi k they have one, too.

Anyways. I was sorted into Gryffindor. I think that how you spell it. But seriou ly, Gryffindor? It's, like, a mixture of a griffin and a door. Oh, gosh, that would look weird. Of course, I've seen much, much weirder. One of the downsides of my life.

I felt weird being the only girl in a group of four (five, now), but it's okay. I'm sure I'll get used to it. This isn't the only time I've felt… different… from the rest of the world.

I couldn't believe my eyes at the feast tonight when the food just… appeared. That could have been handy for when-never mind. I won't even go there. Back to the feast, then.

I searched and searched and searched, but found no hamburgers whatsoever. Or even pizza! I couldn't complain, though. I have a very big appetite. I got some weird looks, like, "How could she possibly eat all that?" but I shrugged it off. Better get used to it, people!

After that, a snotty girl named Annapite (what has this world come to? But I guess I can't talk with a name like mine. But I like my name, thank you very much) showed us to the "Gryffindor Common Room ."

The entrance was blocked by a painted fat lady who walked and talked. The password, apparently, was " Green beans." Not really. Cause if someone (you) finds this diary, you still can 't get in! Ha!

The room was cozy, with big, squashy arm chairs and a roaring fireplace. I stuck by my new 'friends." But I couldn't all day, because the girls and boys had separate sleeping chambers. Thank goodness!

I was in a room with Lily Evans, something Longbottom, Daisy Wellings, and Something Plesiosaurus (isn't that a dinosaur?).

When I wanted to change into my pajamas, it was difficult. You know why, Maximum. But you won't, snooper. It took forever for me to fall asleep. But you know how I am. Always alert. But here, I felt almost safe. That's more than I've been able to say in a while.

Also, the girls were staying up all night chatting. Basically, Lily hates James, Longbottom like some guy, Daisy is allergic to chocolate (the horror!), and Plesiosaurus isn't really Plesiosaurus. Her name is Plesi Orus. So girls, if one of you are reading this diary, you'll know why I was so grumpy in the morning.

Hey guys! This is an adopted story from the wonderful (but writer's blocked) Lad y Cocoa. She is the Beta Reader, though! I hope you enjoy her chapter. I will re member to mention which chapter she wrote, and which one I wrote. Please vote on my poll! I need opinions! Enjoy and Rev eiw my readers. As always, happy thought s and cookies. (.::)