Cormac McLaggen

Something is stalking me.

When I walk back to Hogsmeade from Quidditch at night, it rustles in the bushes and acts quite threatening. I do believe it intends to eat me, and I'm sure somehow it's Potter and his idiot friends who are behind it. I had hoped it would end up being a pretty, infatuated girl, but alas I don't think it is.

If you injure me in any way that prevents me from playing professionally, YOU WILL PAY, POTTER.

Finally got one of these blasted journal things after everyone else wouldn't shut up about them. I'm not impressed one bit, but perhaps it'll grow on me in time.

The Kenmare Kestrels won against the Chudley Cannons yesterday. It was a stunning victory; Lance Baggett and Christopher Colstern were neck in neck after the Snitch, but Lance managed to retrieve it. Also, there was a miraculous save by my favourite keeper Brian O'Conner. It's so hard to follow Quidditch at Hogwarts. I'm thinking about asking permission to watch the games by Fire-chat. Not sure how well that will go over with the unspirited idiots who run this school.

So Harry Potter has gone missing?

Let's hope he stays that way until after Quidditch tryouts.