When the rest of the school had been given their History of Magic journals, Kate had been away from the school. All she had now was the one she'd gotten from this room, The Wizarding Suite. It was blank and boring, except for one little entry she'd managed to complete the other day. She was back today for two reasons. One, she needed to decorate her book, and two, she wanted to write down another entry. She only had one, and she needed fifteen, so she was nowhere near finished.
Kate glanced around the room. Whoa. You could dance in here! Kate had taken dance lessons at a small studio in Norway when she was really little. She remembered doing all the barre exercises. She wasn't here for that kind of thing, though. Kate gathered a few supplies then stretched out across the floor with her journal open. She looked down at the entry she'd done just hours before, when she'd met Brian in the corridor, and he's tripped over her. Oops. She flipped the page, intending to draw an intricate letter that would begin her second entry.
She knew what she was going to write about--and it would begin with the letter W. She wanted to write about a moment that had recently happened to her. Well, it had happened to her father, but it had affected the entire family. Kate looked at the various colored pens she'd chosen. They weren't regular pens--they were art pens, and she'd grabbed about ten she thought she would use for this page. Kate chose a metallic silver pen and uncapped it. She then set to work drawing a large, curvy, artistic W in the upper lefthand corner of the page. It took her about five minutes to draw the initial, because she was trying to be as artistic as possible with it.
When she was done drawing it, Kate colored it in with the same pen before tightly capping that one and picking up a gold pen instead. Kate set to work drawing curvy lines bordering the page. She had a vision, and that vision called for her to stop the curvy lines and leave gaps ever so often. She then switched to a green pen, where she drew leaves along the golden curves. It gave the border of her page a look of nature. Kate then put aside the silver, gold, and green pens and opted for more colors this time. She then spent the next minute drawing small polka dots of various colors along the border she'd drawn.
With that, Kate was done with her decorations. She still had to write her entry on this page, which she decided to go ahead and start on.
Text Cut: Journal Entry #2
What is the scariest thing that has happened to you personally?
While most people started Hogwarts on September 1, I was at home with my mom and dad. Although I enjoyed being with my family, this was also the scariest time in my life. My mom home-schooled me the first half of my second year, because my father developed a thought-to-be fatal illness. I'll never forget that summer day when my mom sat down to tell me the doctors said my daddy was dying. My father was sick. Really sick. My mom wanted to keep me home with them, so I could spend as much time as possible with him before he passed away.
Other than my first year at Hogwarts, my mom had always home-schooled me, so she was a pro at teaching me by this point. Even though she had a lot to deal with having to take care of my father, she taught me everything I thought I would have learned by going to Hogwarts. After we did our lessons, we spent the rest of the day making memories with my daddy. He couldn't do very many active things, but we talked about my childhood a lot and the things he did with me when he was healthy. I told him all about what I wanted to do when I got older, because I didn't think he would be there to see any of it.
Daddy was a Gryffindor, and he said I had the bravery of a Gryffindor during this time. I don't think so, though. I cried a lot at night when I didn't think he could hear. I was frightened of the day I'd wake up and my daddy wouldn't. I didn't want to be as brave as a Gryffindor. I just wanted my daddy to be healthy and alive. Then one day, my daddy woke up, and he said he felt better. Then the next day, he woke up and said he felt even better than the day before. The days continued like that until one day, the doctors said my daddy was no longer sick. Our lives slowly returned to normal. My parents went back to work, and I came back to Hogwarts. I don't think I've ever had a moment in my life when I was more scared than I was when my daddy was sick.