Dear diary,
Today is my birthday. I turned eleven. Even the vulture on Gran’s hat seems happy. I got a letter to Hogwarts. I guess that is a good thing. You know, I might be able to make my grandmother love me. But that is wishful thinking.
I now have to go and spend our scarce money on supplies to aid me in my failure at yet another thing. Maybe I will get an owl. I’d like an owl.
Love,
Nevvy
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