It certainly is strange to be a part of the oldest year of students at Hogwarts. When I was a first year, I thought this year would never come. Even last year, it seemed impossible. Now it is here, but being done with this year also seems impossible. I wonder if perhaps space and time might bend and I will wake up tomorrow and find myself a first year again.

I seem to have misplaced my Potions assignment. At least, I cannot find it. Perhaps I forgot the assignment in my shoes, which have also gone missing. Or perhaps nargles took it. I cannot really say. If it does not turn up soon, I will just have to rewrite it.

I found some eggshells in the hallway yesterday. I nearly walked on them and thought about how silly that would be, to literally walk on eggshells. Instead I decided to collect them, and I am planning to make a new pair of earrings from them. They're a really lovely shade of blue. At least they weren't rotten.