Classes began today; made it all the way to breakfast before I realised I was wearing my shoes on the wrong feet. (It took me half of Charms to notice that they were a pair of Frida's, and not even mine. This is what being at home for the holidays does to me! Everything at our odd house puts me quite out of sorts. It suspect it's a disease.)

All the talk at school is still of halfbreeds: everyone has been allowed back to school now, those of no parentage and those of questionable humanity. Well, save Miss Topaz, which I suppose I am a little bit grateful for, because the Urquart girls have always been prettier than me. At least now Miss Ruby has the disadvantage of a werewolf sister, which must make her a Tragic and Morbidly Interesting case now, and not simply pretty. I half-used to wish I had been sorted into Ravenclaw, you know, (before J... happened, that is, it would be tremendously awkward now) but the halfbreed ban has only just made me realise all the oddities in Ravenclaw. And they say Hufflepuff takes anyone! Meanwhile Ravenclaw has the half-goblin girl and Miss Ruskin. And, nice as she seems - nice as I try to be to her; Mother and Father would be horrified at me if I weren't, we're not that sort of family - I am exceptionally glad not to be in the Ravenclaw dormitories! Imagine if you woke up one night to find her looming over you, with a taste for your blood! How horrid. I shouldn't know how to sleep.  

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