Dear Diary,

I went to London with Mama today and got my wand! I was excited to come home with one that was pretty—ornamental even—and was a little disappointed when I was given a plain stick instead. It's precisely ten inches and made of cypress, which Mr. Ollivander said was suited for the heroic type. (Does that mean I'll be in Gryffindor? I don't think I'd do very well there; I'm not at all brave, as evidenced by all the times I got lost at the Sanditon.)

I'm much more pleased by its unicorn hair core, as I've always considered unicorns to be the most beautiful and graceful of creatures. Mama and I went shopping for school supplies shortly after, and I slipped a book called Wandlore For Beginners into my basket. It says that unicorn hair wands pick those with the purest of souls, which I suppose should bring me some comfort—not that I ever expected to become a dark witch!

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