Back to Hogwarts on the Express, as always! I wish the station at eleven o'clock was not always such a rush - I wish that my family might get there once on time! - so that I might find my friends beforehand, and not have to deal with the luck of the draw with train compartments! But I was so out of breath I had to get on where I was and pick the first compartment I could find - well, that's a lie, the first compartment I found was Sweetie Whitledge's, and even I don't have the patience for that - so instead I sat with a pair of third years whom I tried valiantly to ignore until I could find a friend or two.

And I did, when the new Prefects began patrolling! I didn't get the badge, remember - I must go on pretending I never wanted it anyway, because it does not do one to whine about missed opportunities - but I also hardly thought it would be Frida for our house! Perhaps I am not the most authoritative, but Frida's not much better! It must be down to Headmaster Black and his pureblood prejudices; I do not know who else would choose to put a bunch of narrow-minded purebloods (unfortunately, my family don't qualify as narrow-minded, you see) in positions like that, even if Frida cannot even claim to be particularly good at being one.

(And purebloods like Beastly Borgin, too! Has the school gone mad!)

At any rate, I met up with Frida then, and I found Darling later, in the dorms; although I thought I saw her earlier than that, when we were to board the carriages, and ran over to embrace her - as friends do! there was nothing odd in my actions - only I had mistaken the back of her head for another blonde! A second year, I think (Darling is so short, it's not hard to see why), a little blonde from Slytherin. Scrimgeour, maybe? And let me tell you, it was as though she had never been put through anything worse than a hug! I sprang back when I realised my mistake, embarassed enough as it was, but the little Slytherin pulled such a scowl on her face, and had such a nasty tongue on her that she made me feel almost as though I should cry from my error.

What a rude little girl.

She must not have been hugged enough in her life.

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