Now, you mustn't call it spying, diary, because I was doing work too, but I saw another of the strange first years in the library today. He's the Belby boy, I've heard now. You know, his father's a werewolf. I already knew he was odd, you see, because I spotted him last month, talking to a hedgehog - clearly the father thing has traumatised him, and he thinks all creatures must be secretly transformed people - and carrying it up the stairs?!

Anyway, today he was sitting just opposite me, tucked up in a corner in the library, and I swear he was there and almost didn't move for hours. I think he thought he was hidden away there and nobody could see him, because I'm sure if anyone knew he spent all his time reading about vampires and ghosts and goblins - and yes, werewolves too, I am sure he went through all the tomes the library had on werewolves - he would be teased something atrocious for being a... halfbreed hugger, or something. (I'm not very good at being mean, but I'm sure Miss Borgin and her friends would think of something to say.) I wonder what he thinks he's going to achieve? Saving his estranged father?

A mad professor in the making, I have no doubt.

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