15th April, 1888
Dear Diary,
Hufflepuff won the quidditch match today!!! At present we're still in the running to take the Quidditch Cup and all!
I am less sure that we'll match last year in taking the quidditch and house cup, both - that was why I was especially hoping Kristoffer Lestrange might get a bludger to the head in today's game and fall into a deathly coma for the rest of the year. You see, that way he can't take away any more points from Hufflepuff. He's ghastly you know, and grossly unfair. Just the other day he docked me for "having a foul expression on my face", as though I was being deliberately impertinent! And then he mimed brushing it off, almost like he was going to slap me. I ran, of course, before anything worse should happen, and was entirely tongue-tied, but - he should get a bludger between the eyes for every point he's ever taken away. That'd leave the demon black and blue.
Still, the quidditch did also give me an excuse to stuff my face at the Common Room Party afterwards and now even my nightdress feels tight about the waist! If I balloon up to the size of a boulder in the night, it's my own fault. Bury me in a sea of cauldron cakes.
Love, Jemima
