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Entry #16 – April 1st

Finally, I know the date! No surprise there, though, since the inner practical joker in everyone has come out today. I have an idea about who might be behind the holiday parcel – a boy a year above me who fits every detail Rose and I have come up with except knowing where I live. Rose says that knowing my location isn't too important, since the person could ask around and find out if he/she didn't already know. Whatever – as usual, the name of the person in question completely escapes me. Curses on my absent-minded nature!

Entry #17 – a week later

At least now I can remember the boy's name – unless I'm sorely mistaken, it's Evan Fitzpatrick. How do I know this, you ask? Because I heard two older girls gossiping about him and some girl whose name escapes me but who, if I remember right, is way out of his league. Love has got to be the worst feeling on the planet.

Entry #18 – the next day

The owl that delivered my Christmas parcel returned this morning with the following note, which Rose has pasted in here for all eternity (given her skill or lack thereof with Sticking Charms, that's probably the truth):

Luna –

Don't get me wrong, but I didn't send you any Christmas presents. Someone intercepted my owl and attached them. All I sent was a robe and a calendar that I found in the middle of a fifth-floor hallway. I'm the wrong person to go after if you want to know whom your parcels came from.

Evan Fitzpatrick

All I can say is this – if the person who sent me the Christmas presents doesn't give me any hints as to who they are by the beginning of May, I just might go crazy. Then again, if you ask a lot of the people in my year, I already am. Takes one to know one, I guess.

Entry #19 – two weeks later

I'm still off on a tangent, as Rose puts it, but now I have something else to be mad about – Rose's family is moving to America for a year or two so her dad can do some intensive job training or something along those lines. It figures that it'd take me a year and a half to find a friend here at school, and now that I've got one, she has to move. Mental note – see about getting an owl, preferably one with a personality, since those are cheaper if I remember right. Not like I'd want a boring pet, though.

Anyways, my Secret Santa (that's what Rose says people like that are called in normal places) hasn't full out told me who they are. However, at least two people have told me I should see about getting purple and green striped wrist-warmers to match the mittens. If a pair turns up, I'll know whom to ask.

Entry #20 – last day of school

Yeah, I know I haven't written in AGES, but first there was preparing for exams and then there was the exams themselves, which didn't go too badly other than accidently sending a pigeon that was halfway turned into a paperclip at that girl from the red-haired family during Transfiguration. She took it remarkably well, I guess, since I didn't get anything thrown at me in return.

The first piece of news is who sent the Christmas parcel – Rose, believe it or not. Yesterday, she handed me a pair of striped wrist-warmers and a matching school bag, and she told me she did it to make my life interesting. She succeeded, all right, but I didn't tell her that I think she was stupid not to have told me sooner, even though I wanted to. I think I've developed a smidge of self-restraint – someone stop me before it spreads!

The other news is that something really big happened last night. I have no idea what, though. Either way, the youngest boy in the red-haired family has a broken leg, and two of his friends are out of sorts. Can't wait to find out WHAT happened.

THE END