She actually had a normal childhood. But then, when she turned 11, she had gotten her letter to Hogwarts. She smiled blissfully, thinking of the castle with its moving staircases, ghosts, and her secret love, Ron Weasley. But she was terrified that he would find out. She knew who Ron really loved, and that was Blaise Zabini. That dratted girl from Scotland.
She couldn't wait to get back in the castle. School was wondrous for her. People appreciated her there. She was actually quite well-known for her academics. But the most wonderful reason for going back to Hogwarts was Ron. She had missed him all summer. They had written letters, but, unfortunately, it seemed that all Ron could talk about was that stupid girl. Blaise.
She could feel the hurt bottling up inside. She slipped quietly across the room and locked the door, then pulled her journal out of its hiding spot, in the handy door in her nightstand. She knew if she didn't write this down, she would start crying, and that was bound to attract attention from her parents.
Although her parents were dentists, they thought they were psychologists. Every time that she started crying, they would sit her down and attempt to wrench out of her what was wrong. As if, she thought. I can never tell them that they're most of my problem.
"Why am I such a coward?" she wrote silently. "I've been writing him all summer. One would think it would be easy to just spill that she liked him. . .a lot. After all, it would be easier than telling him face-to face. But if I tell him by letter, I'll eventually have to see him, and then I would be eternally embarrassed." Her neat handwriting quickly filled the page, and then flowed smoothly onto the adjourning page. She had sneaked out one morning after her parents told her off for going on about her lessons one morning to buy a journal on Vauxhall Road. It was close by, and it cost her all of her pocket money for the week. But she needed a friend, a confidant, someone or something to tell her problems to that would be impassive. She had known it was difficult to keep it all inside. And now, she was filling the journal fast and not looking back. She would have to sneak out again sometime this week to buy another journal for school. There wasn't exactly a place near Hogwarts to buy journals.