4th February, 1888
Dear Diary,
But yes, the rest of Ravenclaw. There's Mr. Turner, but he is not nearly handsome enough; there is Mr. Bingham, but he is almost too pretty, you know. Oh! Oh no. Mr. Fudge. I am so glad not to be writing in the diary installment of second year still. How taken was I with him, and with calling myself Jemima Fudge on every page! My sweet tooth then had never been worse, and his name nearly as charming as him. Of course he didn't know, but a few of my friends found out and they teased me mercilessly for the rest of the year. Only a few of them, thankfully, and they didn't see the full contents of my diary, dear Merlin, can you imagine? I'd be the laughing stock of the school.
(I have reigned in my sweet tooth a little since then, at least. Barring cauldron cakes. I've also matured far too much to doodle silly things about my name, you know. I'm much older now than I was then.)
Love, Mrs. Jemima Rookwood ♥
