Dad, Mum and I went to London today to get my things. Mum was really glad for a trip into town, but when we got to Diagon Alley, Dad had this funny look on his face, like he'd swallowed a football or something (or one of Aunt Marge's punch glasses). But when we got there, it was absolutely brilliant! They really do ride on brooms, just like that man said, and they even had a WHOLE STORE that sold stuff for broom sports. Something called Quidditch, and it looks really exciting. And I had to get a cauldron and gloves made from dragon hide (I don't know if I buy yet that dragons exist) and the robes (which Dad says I'm not to wear at home), and a wand, which was the most fantastic thing ever. I blew up a flower pot!
My books are so heavy, I don't see how anyone could carry them. They're for things like Potions and Charms and something called Transfiguration, and I've got no clue what that is, but it has to be better than doing figures. Anything is better than doing figures.
I kind of wish I could tell Tom and Laurence and the boys about it, but that man said I mustn't, and Dad said we're to give out that I'm going to a boarding school up north (that man said that Hogwarts is up north anyways, so it's not really a lie, is it? Mum hates lying). That's really the only downside. I wish they could come with me.