Private
I have kept a journal ever since I could write, long before Arthur Weasley introduced computers to Hogwarts. Parchment and ink fill my past, in addition to the tiny dots that make up these letters we punch with our fingers and which appear on a screen. I have them all, shrunk to a tiny size, in my jewellery box. Merely words. Words that make some sort of sense of my past.
I've read them all, when perhaps I could have better spent my time in duelling practice; after all, there is a war, and in my near future, a battle.
And having looked back to earlier times, times with fewer worries, I could be forgiven for wishing myself back.
But I do not.
Though I had fewer worries, I had fewer friends. I have so much to lose. And I am afraid.
Valerius and I have promised one another that we won't be separated. We'll work together; we're an excellent team. I don't trust a single person to keep Valerius safe, but I know I won't let anything happen to him, if he's in danger I will put myself in front of it. Not just because he's the most important person in my life, Not just because I love him more than anything. There's Toyah, she needs him, best that it should be me who dies, if one of us must. I can't tell him this of course, he'd never agree, but...
I am rambling.
This could be my last ever journal entry. It's set up with a pass-ward, just like everyone else's. Sometimes I wonder if anyone would guess mine, and if they did, what they'd make of this strange girl's diary of a life at war.