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It's good to be back! I sincerely missed the cold stone halls...the fantastic portraits and paintings...the moving staircases....the shriveled look on the teachers' faces when certain individuals act up in class. I missed curling up in the warm chairs by the fireplace in the common room....and the laughter of my friends. I do believe that they are what make coming to Hogwarts worthwhile. It's good to be back.

My classes aren't too bad this term. I'm actually more excited about them than anything.

I've gotten used to the word mudblood again. Some first-year Slytherin girl had the nerve to fire it at me on the train last week. That’s right. A First-Year. It's not that I'm ashamed of it, or anything...but it really is a foul word, which, more than anything else, just causes tussles and skirmishes. Anyway, I didn't give her the satisfaction of the response she was trying for. Just a sardonic smile. It felt good to see her puff up like she did afterward. Who do they think they are, anyway? We all bleed red.

Anyhow, I’ve pasted my doodle from the train on the following page. Just thought I’d say so in case 100 years from now someone decides to dig my journal out of a hole and read it. Huzza.