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Mondays, ugh.

I had a pretty good hol, except that I accidentally left my journal on the bed here in the dormitory. Sorry, Whitacre, I really wasn't ignoring you! So I've got a load of catching up to do but it won't be right away.

Bitsy's got a small army of those Sing-Ami things. I brought home the one she sent me and it taught the other ones all the rude lyrics that Capper gave it.

We went to see the traitor, of course, and we ran into Tamblyn and Begy as well. Mum let me go with them to get snacks while she and my step Dad stayed in the queue. Bitsy wanted to come too, so we brought her and Tamblyn bought her a lolly. I think she's decided he's her favourite person ever. She even drew a picture when we got home of all of us looking through the glass and she put Tamblyn in it, too. When I asked her why she put him in she said because she was going to marry him!

I guess I'm missing home a little now that we're back. I mean, I'm looking forward to YPL this term, and Sons of Wizardry. Master Gibbon is wiz-cool. I dunno about Divination, though. Palms? All I could tell about Hopkins' palm was that it was sweaty. And I'd forgot Professor Carrow would be back in Transfiguration. I guess I didn't do so well on that essay we had just before hols. I couldn't really get the right flick to make my bucket into a bird. Anyone care to practice a little before Thursday's lesson?