Dear Diary,

The Hogwarts Coming Out Ball is tomorrow. Ruby's going to debut, though I don't think she really cares about that. She's going to do what Delight did and have a career (or — sort of. Reading tarot cards in someone's parlor isn't exactly the same as working at the Ministry). I suppose if I'd finished school maybe I'd do the same, but — well, it's besides the point now, isn't it? I can't be a debutante or have a career. I just get to stay home and keep doing this forever.

The moon this month wasn't bad. Only a few little cuts and a handful of bruises. I think it's a scrape from one of the trees in the suitcase. I think it must have died and the wood is splintered. Maybe I'll see if I can clean it up before the next full moon, but then I'd have to take my wand down with me and I don't know where I could put it that would be safe.

I bet Ruby will look really pretty in her white dress tomorrow night. I wish I could see her, but if I went to the ball or even just went to meet her afterwards on the other side of the Black Lake I know everyone would stare at me and I'd be distracting from her night, and I won't do that, even if she doesn't think she cares about it.