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Aug 11, 1996 08:55

There's a bite mark on my hand now. Not only did it bite me, but the stupid thing growled at me in a very menacing manner and then sulked under my bedsheets UNTIL I WAS UNAWARE OF ITS PRESENCE and got me AGAIN on my feet.

I WAS NOT AWARE THAT THESE DIARIES COULD PLOT PHYSICAL HARM ON THEIR OWNER.

Back home. My week in Diagon Alley is up and I barely managed to get out with my fashion sense intact. Mum spent three afternoons in Madame Malkin's, having me measured for some horrific green, lacy, beady and feathery outfit. I could not allow it to continue. I marched right in, bought purple dress robes with darling detailing at the hem and cuffs, and told my her to sod the whole thing. Mum was not pleased.

But I won't wear them very often anyway, not that I wouldn't like to, because they are adorable but because there's not a lot of cause so really, what is the point in buying things with feather and jewels? It looks messy.

I got a new broom! (a Cleansweep, it is charming. And it's not as though I need to challenge anyone to a race.) I also restocked on supplies and bought books and an owl! I used the family one and then I used the school ones, but having my own will be really nice! I named her "Cliodna" and she is ace!
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