My Jedi Journal
by Tarma Black

Dear Diary

~Sunday~

The summer term has just ended. Late, because of all the snow we had last year, everything was behind. Anyway, I am free of that school forever, I think. That letter that I got, from that owl? It was a real, true thing. I showed it to my parents, a couple of hours after they were home, and they were relaxed. I'm glad I waited, because that was the last time they were relaxed for days. So they got to sit quietly for a little while. Is it such a bad thing that I'm a witch, I wonder?

They look at me a little strange now, like they think I'm going to turn into a toad or something. *sigh*

The weirdest thing happened, though! Our really crazy neighbor, the one who stays up at all times of the night, and we hear great big bangs coming from her house, well, she showed up here yesterday! She is hot! She came over, for the first time ever, yesterday and introduced herself to my folks. She had on a cloak, it was all a really rich dark midnighty purple and really cool, and it was lined on the inside with some shimmery stuff, maybe silk? and a pale blue. It is GORGEOUS. I wanted it, immediately. But even more I wanted to look like her. I'm so tired of my mousy brown hair and just ordinary face. She (her name is Alana) has short and spikey black hair with purple streaks! And her face, her skin, is all pale like pearls and glowy. Maybe it is her make-up; I'll have to ask. And she has a proper nose, not a tiny little snip like mine. She's awesome. Anyway, she came over to visit, and said that she figured it was time she introduced herself, because she thought for sure that I'd gotten an invitation to attend Hogwarts.

My mom got really upset; maybe up until then she was pretending to herself that I'd made the whole thing up? My dad -- who knows what he thought? He just sat there, puffing on his pipe. I think he was kind of amused, actually. Sometimes I wonder about my dad.... I've got to look at that later. Maybe he wasn't so surprised, after all, at me being a witch.

Anyway. Alana came by, and she offered to take me to Diagon Alley, in London, to get my school things! Isn't that exciting? Of course, my folks needed proof of who and what she was, or said she was.

My mom totally refuses to drink out of her favorite teacups now. Alana turned them into little mice, really cute mice with pink whiskers. And then she had the tea-kettle sing-- not just a screeching, you know, but sing. I think it was someone Parvoti. No, Pavarotti. Nice voice.

So, Mom was convinced. Hmmmm. This is so strange, in a way. Because Dad never asked her, Alana, to prove anything, or even asked her to give proof of identity.

Why didn't I think to ask about that then?

She says I can come visit her, and soon. I want to. I'm glad school is over--even if she says that Hogwarts starts up in only a few weeks. I've got to get all of these books, too! But she says not to worry, that the list, that came with the letter, is complete, and that we'll find everything that I need at Diagon Alley. I looked up the London map; I don't see any Diagon Alley there. I do hope that she's not joking me.

Good night, Diary; next time I write in you I'll have GONE SHOPPING!