Luna Letty Lovegood

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Scene: July 12th / 1998- Early Morning; Luna's on the ground, when George joins her for a chat.
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Well that's very sad isn't it? I'm sorry Draco Malfoy, you must be feeling right awful. I'm sure your dad will be treated with every kindness he ever showed upon others.

On the bright side, I've managed to get Mrs Black to stop wailing when I peek at her through the curtains. She doesn't seem to mind me so much when I'm willing to sit and talk with her. Kreacher brings me tea and we all have a sit down with her. I suppose that Kreacher's just glad somebody else is willing to talk to her.

She doesn't always make sense, but that's understandable, she hasn't had many visitors. I don't think that she goes to visit many people either, as she's worried about her house. She's also hard of hearing, so sometimes I have to speak a little louder for her to hear. Maybe that's why she's goes about hollering all the time, she has no idea how loud she's being.

( Private: Harry Potter )

Dad's got the basic construction up on the house. I heard last though that he wants the muggle exprience and has been constructing it by hand. I suppose it'll be done by summer of next year, so Christmas is going to likely be spent at Hogwarts. I think that's probably the best idea.

Happy Birthday Ginny!!!

For anybody trying to find me under the bridge in amongst the boxes, I'm no longer staying with my muggle friends there, however if I ever do need a place to sleep again, I'm very much welcome to go back. For now though I'm staying on the second floor, in the fourth room on the right at Harry's.

Laura Madley your socks are keeping me quite toasty, and Harry's house elf seems to quite like them, compliments the colors. Thank you kindly for them, they have been put to good use.


( Private: Harry J. Potter )


There's a lovely cat in named Joey that's gray spotted like, and is without a home. I'm trying to find him a good one that wouldn't mind giving him raw fish to eat rather than cat food, as that's all he seems to take. If you'd like to meet him, you can come by the shoppe any time.

I never really thought of Rats roasted on an open fire, as having all that much protein.

It's said that people eat guinea pigs in Peru though. I suppose it's not that much different.

Oh.

Well I seem to have no place to live once more.

I was wandering Diagon Alley today, heading to the book store to see if they had in Quong Po's biography, when I heard a rather large ruckus coming from my favorite shoppe, the Magical Menagerie. I went about the corner to see what was happening and apparently the kind old wizard that works there part time was being taken away by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, for smuggling Acromantula eggs in to the shoppe and selling them under the table. It was a horrible sight, he was crying and everything.

I wonder how many people bought the eggs. As much as I appreciate spiders, I can't imagine keeping one in my room that grow as large as they do.

The witch who runs the shoppe had reported him doing so, because she feared one of the eggs would hatch and it would eat up all her animals, which would be horrible, of course. I offered to help her clean up, as the Department had turned the store upside down looking for the egg's hiding place, disturbing all the animals. I think she was grateful for the help and asked if I wanted to come work for her for the rest of the summer.

I told her yes, because I think it would be nice to work there. I've got to clean out cages, but I also get to play with the rats and cats. They're not as exciting as, say, a snorlack, but I'm sure I'll learn a lot by being around them so much. She's considering having in different animals, like crups bred in with dogs, perhaps. She's heard that there are people out there working on that, so that they wouldn't have a XXX from the Department. She's already got ninety percent of her cats half bred with kneazles, clever things that they are. It's be nice to have a clever dog animal too.

I'm quite excited about the whole thing.

It's very interesting to hear about my father building our new house from the ground up. He's trying to keep it much the like the old one, but I don't know that anything so broken could ever be truly the same. Perhaps it could be better, but not exact. He also found a rather large chunk of my ceiling that fell intact to the ground. He told me it's the part where I painted the pictures of my friends on it. Everybody's still there, though Ronald's missing a little bit of the top of his head. I'm sorry Ronald. Perhaps it was just time saying you needed a hair cut.

My father shrunk it down and sent it to me here in Diagon Alley. I've propped it up on my bedside table with the picture of my mum and I from when I was nine. It looks nice there and I like to see it before I go to sleep. Much like how I liked to see my mural on my ceiling before sleeping when I was in my bed at home.

I've been thinking I might like to get a paying job. I like to write for The Quibbler, and of course it's a honor to see my name in the paper, but with a paying job perhaps I could purchase myself something useful, like an owl. It would be nice not having to go to the post office when I want to send letters.

Oh and my father sent me my journal if you were wondering suddenly where I came from. It's a bit dusty but seems to work just fine.