Met a young first year Hufflepuff out near the common room today - one of the gingers, not those horrifying Gryffindor pair, but even so, who should like to look at so many little ginger devils all day long, it almost hurts my eyes! - who had dropped her cookies and looked as though she might cry.

It's a harsh world we live in, isn't it. You must picture me rolling my eyes, dear diary, because this girl was one of the Lukesons, I am sure, and the Lukesons have money enough not to cry over spilt cookies, wouldn't you think? To make matters odder, the girl seemed to be saying she had baked them herself! There's another Hufflepuff girl who likes baking, too.

An admirable endeavour, I am sure, but for wealthy young ladies? What are these families teaching them, to be cooks and simple baker's daughters? And I thought my parents were odd!

Anyway, I relented and showed the girl how to get to the kitchens to get her out of my hair, but really. I like to sneak in there sometimes and stuff my face too, but even I don't want to work with the house elves!

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