Older.

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Mum was adamant this summer. I had to grow up, be a woman, realise that the world is changing. After my birthday, I've spent most of my time, visiting my Muggle relatives.

Since we got home, the pipes have been making this awful racket. Dad has been working on it, but it's a very old house. It's been in my family for generations, use to belong to my great, great grandmother Cassandra Trelawney. The dead being very opinionated will never let us forget it. Mum even moves her portrait every few days, to make sure she's comfortable. Today, her picture was in the library. I'm supposededly to make great strides in my Arithmancy assignments, but since I haven't even started I have my doubts.

I accidentally forgot to take my journal, perfectly safe in my wardrobe. I didn't think anything of it while we were gone. But, we've been back almost a week and there is no sign of our house elf. We've searched the house over and still no sign of her. Mum thinks the journal ate her. I told Mum if that were the case, there should be scraps of tea cozy all over my room, instead of my destroying my school robes. I'll have to purchase some more at Madam Malkin's shop.

I miss you, Peter. I hope your summer is going well and I can't wait to see you on September 1st.