Dear Diary,

Today was my first day at Hogwarts and like usual, I made a spectacle of myself by having one of my fainting spells after I was sorted (Slytherin, by the way, just like Morgan and Anne). Of course, I didn’t make as much of a spectacle as Penelope did when she got upset that she and Parthenope were separated by their different houses; Penelope is in Ravenclaw and Parthenope is in Hufflepuff. I feel really sad for them because they’re always together and now they are not. I wonder if you can tell the sorting hat to change its mind? Maybe that’s why Great-Grandfather took her away from the sorting.

I’m resting in the common room now while some of the other new first years get to know each other because a boy with a shiny badge told us we have to because it’ll help us in the future. But how can I think about making friends when the only one I have probably hates me? Anne was really unkind to Tony (who is in Ravenclaw by the way, which fits him, I think, but I was hoping we’d be in the same house) and called him a bad word and now I’m scared he’ll never want to speak to me again. I know we only just met recently but we’re best friends, I think, because well, he’s my only friend.

People are beginning to stare at me, diary, and I think it’s because I’m sitting next to the fireplace and talking to you, well, not you, but my quill, so it can write in you. I know I can’t prove they’re staring, as obviously I cannot see them, but I can feel their eyes on me - I know what it feels like. It’s an uncomfortable feeling. Anyway, I will write to mama and papa soon, but not too soon because I don’t want them to know I got sick today or else they might make me go back home tomorrow.

I’m going to go sit with Morgan now, so I will wish you good night, diary. Thanks for listening.