19th February, 1888
Dear Diary,
Got a giant pimple at the end of my nose in the night. Screeched at the mirror this morning to see it. You should have seen Clementine's face when she saw me. I look like a witch - the horrid kind muggles imagine. Went back to bed and told the girls to tell the professors I was ill. Might die if it doesn't leave. Immediately.
Love, Jemima
