09/01/2011
Dear Journal,
Our house is crowded. It's stifling me. Mother, Grandmother
Dominique, Grandmother Nadine, all my sisters and their children all
had come to see me off to school. You would think there was some ex-
travaganza in motion. The women of the Gardinier family always
did things flashy. You wouldn't be a Gardinier if you didn't.
"Hogwarts." My sister, Daphne, had scoffed. "You think they would
choose a name that sounded a little more tasteful.
"Isn't that place crawling with Death Eaters?" Labelle's voice was dis-
tant, then suddenly she was mortified. "Oh, Sabie, do be careful!" Her
accent was so strong, I felt more comfortable envisioning her words
with Italian phrases rather than English.
"How can anyone allow my dear thing to attend such monstrosity of a
school?" Natalie complained. "Why, dear Sabriel would be better off ho-
meschooled."
Their concern was nice, but I was happy to finally be boarding the Hog-
warts express a few hours later. I was a tad late, as my sisters couldn't
find a way to style their hair to their liking. More delays occurred as men
of various ages stopped them in an effort to coercer a number out of
them.
I had an apartment all to myself. That's nice! Last year, I had to share a
compartment with a gloomy girl and a boy that talked too much to be heal-
thy.
Well, on to Hogwarts I go ..