The other day me and Donny were playing Quidditch over by the condemned mineshaft and he said he thought he saw a skeleton. I told him they weren't real, and he got this weird look in his eyes and said "Oh, they're real. They're real, all right. You'll find out soon enough."

My dad's trying to get me into crocheting ships in a bottle, but I don't see the point. What a weird hobby! I'd rather be building model boats.