I saw Uncle Freda ghost- I had a nightmare, but dad says I can't floo you that I'm not to bother you and to go back to bed, but why can't I? You're the only one who understands so sorry for bothering you I just had to talk to you.
Love Brigid.
P.S. Batticus is asleep or I would have sent him, and I would have used my own journal if I hadn't dropped it in a rain puddle yesterday. It's still drying. Sorry.
[George's entire journal has been hexed against Rita Skeeter]