Dearest Journal,

The most dreadful thing happened to me the other day. I could not write of it then because my heart beat in my chest something terrible and I found myself searching corners like a foolish child as if in their darkened depths a monster might leap at me.

I suppose I ought to admit to you my foolish actions. I had traveled to Diagon Alley with the purpose of visiting the House of Lytton to look for a new design of a gown, or two, rather less out of necessity than simply to occupy myself beyond the walls of the Lukeson House. During these travels I encountered a dragon.

I had never heard of a dragon on Diagon Alley, yes, I have heard the rumors that they guard the deepest depths of Gringotts Bank, but never had I heard of one on the street before. I admit I did not even question why such a creature would be in Diagon Alley, or why no one else might be panicking about such an occurrence. Instead I panicked. You, dearest journal, are quite aware of my fear of such creatures.

Much to my surprise Bella saw me and took pity upon such embarrassing actions. She assured me it was not real, but instead of listening, I fled. I must have been a foolish sight to see as I raced across Diagon Alley yelling that she must get away too. It was only when I had crossed to her and the creature and followed that I realized it was a boggart and not a dragon at all. It appears all my lessons in school have come to naught for such foolish actions to have taken place in such a place.

I fear it shall be some time before I have calmed my nerves and my anxieties before I might dare travel to Diagon Alley on my own again.