Dear diary,

We were doing flying lessons and I balanced on it cautiously.

"Trust me, it's fun," Nora promised.

"I don't trust anyone," I mumbled but did as I was told. By the end of the lesson, I was whizzing round the grounds. The two older boys met me in the hallway.

"Felling better, little princess? I bet you're the worst at everything now, I wish you were put in Slytherin! Your a burden to Gryffindor, nobody wants you, even if they act like it," The first one snapped.

"Loser," The other pulled a face. I felt the usual anger flare up inside of me but I smiled and walked on.