Jez sat down at one of the study tables, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She took out that diary she'd bought in Hogsmead and flicked it open. Blank pages, just waiting to be filled. Jez dipped her quill in her ink and started writing a paragraph. A long paragraph, with many crossing-outs and scribbles and corrections. But a paragraph that basically got out of her head what had happened over the past few days. Then on the page next to her paragraph she wrote a poem about her feelings. This was hard for Jez, since she didn't usually acknowledge her emotions much beyond happy, sad and angry. Then on the page next to the poem she wrote a short story on how she hoped things would turn out. Jez read over what she had written, and then stuffed the diary into her satchel, and got out some schoolbooks instead. Now maybe she could concentrate on her studies ...