It's hard to believe that exams are almost here. Not that I'm anxious or anything of that sort. I'm not Hannah Abbott I'm prepared, after all. It's not like I've spent my whole life

And what a coincidence it is that GCSE's begin on my birthday! Of course, it's always been that way. Not that I'm complaining, oh no. It's better this way. I won't get distracted.

I hate history Why are all my entries about school?

Although I am, naturally, extremely proud of Slytherin, I do not plan to participate. I know, I know, but I've never excelled in dodgeball and I don't fancy making a fool of myself I suspect I would be a hindrance. Field hockey is my only athletic strength! However, I will help set up and deal with any injuries.

My birthday is in a month, you know! The third of July. I simply can't wait to turn sixteen, though obviously my mind has been occupied with more important things, such as exams. It's of little consequence, really. No reason to note it!

Still a prefect!

( you used up all your air, being everywhere, trying to prove your worth to the town )