Monday

Got taken by surprise by homesickness tonight, brought on by a letter from Evelyn. Missing her something awful, glad I'll be seeing her again soon when I go home for the holidays. She sent a sketch that was really good of her cat, Fitzwilliam, licking a paw, and she even got Gran to charm the sketch so it moved. Evelyn's always been great at sketching.

I remember when I went away to Hogwarts, one of the last things Gran told me before I got on the train was, "Well, maybe you'll finally find something you're good at, Neville." I hoped I would, too. I mean, everyone in my family thought I might be a squib always said I was probably going to be a late bloomer. I just hoped I'd find something. Maybe I'd be a Potions swot, or good at Charms or something. Like the way Ron's good at chess, or Sally-Anne Perks at Transfiguration. Or even Malfoy's good at drawing.

All I seem to be good at so far is getting stuck in trick steps or falling off my broom. Not quite what I had in mind.

Think I'll go see if someone wants to play Exploding Snap.