9:00

I was supposed to go to Beuxbatons, a wizarding school in France. However, I wasn't accepted there, so I had to go to a school in a completely different country: Hogwarts.

My first day in England consisted of my normal human parents dumping me on Arthur and his parents. His eyebrows are disastrous. My parents, being "muggles" and non-English speakers, they didn't know, and couldn't find out, where Diagon Alley was. Apparently, they had known each other as children, or something to that effect. My parents told me to give them five Euros worth of their currency - knuts, sickles and galleons - as payment for taking me around.

Arthur, however, doesn't like me much. He was giving me bad vibes. They were kind of scary, if I'm honest. He also kept calling me frog. I just laughed it off and called him "rosbif".

Currently, I'm sitting in a carriage alone on the Hogwarts Express. Oh, wait, no: there's Arthur. He seems annoyed.

12:00

So, it turns out that there were no other places for Arthur to sit. He's now sitting in my carriage, reading a book or something. Completely ignoring me. Not like it really matters. He is rather rude most of the time. Right now, I really don't want to have to deal with his constant bickering. In a few hours, I'll have to tell him that we'll need to change. We'll be arriving at Hogwarts then.

15:00

He yelled at me. Again. Bah. Its not like that's any different to normal. At least we're both ready for when we get to the school. Apparently first years go across the river on boats!

19:00

The sorting ceremony was amazing. Other than that dusty old hat being placed on my head! I was sorted into Hufflepuff, the loyal house. I thought that Arthur would be sorted into Slytherin, being the mean, grumpy guy with bad eyebrows he is. But no. He was also sorted into Hufflepuff. How!? It makes no sense for him to be in this house. We're also in the same dorm. Lucky me. Honestly. Please, for once, put me somewhere that he isn't going to be. Hopefully we won't be sitting near each other in lessons: his surname begins with K, mine begins with B. Of course, however, we have the same lessons at the same time, with the same teacher. So, this will be....a pain to say the least. Oh well. At least he's a little bit cute~. 

Until I write again~

Francis