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Hello! Hannah Abbott here. (Is it working okay?)
Well, this feels very strange. I've never kept a diary before and it's odd to be writing in one now, knowing that others (in some cases, strangers) can easily read every word. I wasn't sure how I felt about that to begin with, but I really hope that over time the strangers among you will become friends to me. It's not as though I have anything scandalous or secret to say anyway, so I'm sure it'll be okay!
As for my summer... well. It's not the best in the world, but it could be worse. I think I might go to Diagon Alley on Thursday, although it seems far too early to be getting school supplies. As much as I'm bored in Camberton, I can't let myself think about going back to Hogwarts yet. The thought of school doesn't conjure up the same images and sounds anymore. It feels different now, all jumbled up with sadness and uncertainty. Mum is very worried about us - as soon as I arrived home she started talking about Beauxbatons. It's just as well I don't speak French, really, isn't it, so I think she's given up on the idea now.
Anyway, it'll be lovely to see some familar faces, and lord knows I could do with a Fortescue ice-cream (I think we should all go there first, who's with me?)! The weather here is sweltering!
I hope you all are well and having as nice a summer as can be.
Well, this feels very strange. I've never kept a diary before and it's odd to be writing in one now, knowing that others (in some cases, strangers) can easily read every word. I wasn't sure how I felt about that to begin with, but I really hope that over time the strangers among you will become friends to me. It's not as though I have anything scandalous or secret to say anyway, so I'm sure it'll be okay!
As for my summer... well. It's not the best in the world, but it could be worse. I think I might go to Diagon Alley on Thursday, although it seems far too early to be getting school supplies. As much as I'm bored in Camberton, I can't let myself think about going back to Hogwarts yet. The thought of school doesn't conjure up the same images and sounds anymore. It feels different now, all jumbled up with sadness and uncertainty. Mum is very worried about us - as soon as I arrived home she started talking about Beauxbatons. It's just as well I don't speak French, really, isn't it, so I think she's given up on the idea now.
Anyway, it'll be lovely to see some familar faces, and lord knows I could do with a Fortescue ice-cream (I think we should all go there first, who's with me?)! The weather here is sweltering!
I hope you all are well and having as nice a summer as can be.