Dearest Journal,

I have been feeling better since I last wrote. I had thought that with the return of my good humors I should treat myself to that bakery in Diagon Alley I do so enjoy. Of course, I decided that I should venture out on foot as I thought the air might do me some good. It was foolish, to look back on it now. I found myself rather lost and then to make it worse the ill humors hit me again as I found myself in a neighborhood I very much did not wish to be in.

I have written to mother’s healer and I shall meet with him tomorrow. I begin to worry that perhaps my health is not all that it should be.

Lucille