July 25th, 1982
Okay, so I didn't fail everything. I guess I exaggerated that part just a little. But I'm not doing nine subjects next year, either.
It's just... this has all been so hard. I was really good at school when I went to Muggle primary, and then I went to Hogwarts and it was like I had no idea what I was doing. Five years later and I still don't really know. I'm best at Herbology and Charms and I really really like Astronomy and Runes (when I can figure them out, because otherwise it's SO FRUSTRATING) but other than that... And I don't get why. I try so hard and get people to read over my essays and check all my homework when I complete it and... I don't know. It doesn't seem to work and I don't know what else I can do.
Maybe I should do what Michael did, and try to write A-levels. I'll see what he thinks, and what Mum and Dad think. Or something.
Or maybe I shouldn't do anything and just accept that I'm not really that great at any of it.
Well, OWL results are in. I did okay, so I'm happy with that. There, that sounded okay.
Belfast is still Belfast, so take that as you will. I do like being home, though. Especially on the weekends when I can go to Mass. That's been one of my favourite parts. And Mum's cooking, of course. The house elves at Hogwarts are great, don't get me wrong, but I LOVE all of this.
My little brother starts Hogwarts in September, which is going to be brilliant. That'll be all of us, then. I hope he's in Hufflepuff like me! I need some company. I'm going to be the oldest sibling there now, which is going to be weird. I'm really going to miss having Michael around (and Mervyn and all of that crowd, of course. I think that goes without saying).
I think that's it for now. I hope the weather's good tomorrow, I really want to go outside for a bit. I miss Quidditch, though. I wish I could practice.