Update
Apparently, when my parents were younger, they used to have parites with hundreds of fireworks and a huge bonfire on Guy Fawkes Night. They invited all their friends, year after year. Mum especially, loved the fireworks.
Just before I came to Hogwarts, I persuaded my Gran to let us take out my parents and have a small party. Just us four and my Great Uncle Algie. We had small, specially quiet fireworks. But Mum hated them; they frightened her. She screamed when the first one went bang and Gran could not stop her sobbing from terror. We didn't let anymore off. And it took Gran hours to calm Mum down. Dad didn't understand why we stopped them after the first one; he had liked the colours.
Since then, Gran has never let us have fireworks. But everytime I see them, either out the window at home or in Hogwarts, I can't help thinking of Mum and Dad. How they were, and how they are now. And then I remember her face. I don't think I'll ever forget it.
Everything seems to be going as normally as it can get in this school at the moment. I swear the teachers are giving us more work, though. It seems to be taking me twice as long as it normally does. Maybe I'm just getting worse... And we have an exam coming up soon. It'll be a miracle if I pass.
And to all the Ravenclaws; I'm very sorry for everything thats happened to you recently.