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31st August
He is not back. Whatever Cho believes. He can't be. Mum has been perfectly clear that everything at the ministry is fine, absolutely fine. Nothing unusual at all. She's just grieving. We all are. It was an horrific accident. Just a completely unavoidable horrific accident. Cho just needs a friend. I've owled her over the summer, of course, but it'll be good to catch up in person. Hopefully we can get some time together on the train.
Francesca is worried (even if she's trying to deny it), she's such a Hufflepuff. Mum's asked me to sit with her on the train, she always expects me to look after Fran. Fran's too cool to allow me to do that though. Third years have standards apparently, which most definitely don't include 'interfering older sisters' as she phrased it. I'll tell Mum I tried though.
The shiny prefect badge looks perfect pinned on my new deep blue cloak. I think Mum was genuinely proud when I received that owl, even if she didn't show more than a glimmer of a smile. I just want to make her proud.
1st September
Mum sent me an owl barely thirty minutes after the train arrived into Hogwarts to let me know that our new professor for Defense against the Dark Arts is one of her colleagues. It's a bit of a weird thing to tell me, I'm hardly going to go up to Professor Umbridge and say 'you know my Mum'. What does Mum think that would achieve? I'm not a snake! Ravenclaws earn their grades on merit.
I found Cho on the train after the prefects meeting. She said she was fine, but it was obvious she'd been crying. A few other students peered round the door into our carriage, but they soon hurried away after glancing at her smudged eyeliner and tear stained cheeks.
6th September
Having just had the first DADA lesson, the new professor is a bit odd, but to be honest we've grown used to that. Maybe that's why Mum owled me? Doesn't she trust my judgement? At least we aren't going to be attacked by a flurry of pixies or forced to watch unforgivables be cast on spiders. Not sure how this will prepare us for the practical element of our NEWT, I assume that'll will come later and I've never minded book work. The cats and pink are okay. I just wish the eyes on the plates didn't follow you around the room.
5th October
I've agreed to go with Cho to some meeting. She claims it's in memory of Cedric, but we all know it's due to her ill advised crush on that Gryffindor fifth year. The boy is trouble, spreading rumours that only lead to fear. Sometimes I think Cho wants it to be true because then Cedric's death would mean something rather than just be the tragedy it is.
9th October
The meeting was awful.
I'm sorry that she's going through something so hard, I want to be there for her, but really what are we doing? It all seems like a terrible idea. We are children, if anything is wrong then the adults should be dealing with it.
And if all he claims is true then is a simple disarming charm seriously going to make a niffler of difference?
18th December
Cho came back to the room all giggly this evening, the first time I've heard her laugh in the long time. Cho just smiled when I asked what had happened, before finally blurting out that Harry had kissed her.
After the usual mix of third and fourth year spells, I'd left the meeting early to go to the library. Seems like she'd taken her opportunity. I'm happy for her, I just hope she knows what she's getting involved in.
30th March
Mum owled me again. She thinks I might be involved in something that's not allowed. The ministry has been asking questions about what's happening at Hogwarts. She asked me to reassure her I've not been involved. What do I say to that? I'm a Ravenclaw not a Gryffindor. Perhaps it's best I put a stop to these silly games we've been playing before someone gets hurt.
1st April
I can't believe that witch! My face, it's ruined. I'll never do the right thing again
2nd April
Everything feels fuzzy. Like when my remembrall glows red, but I can't place my wand on what I'm missing. One minute I was in the Headmistress's office, the next back in my dormitory.
Cho's angry with me. She says I betrayed her, but I'm not sure with what.
The spots across my face are barely responding to any of the treatments Madam Pomfrey has suggested. They look awful. Even Tolipan Blemish Blitzer doesn't fully make them fade.
I just wish I knew what I'd done.