Today Stevie DuPree invited me over to his house after school. He's kind of a strange kid and we've never really been friends, but we've been classmates for like forever, so I went. They had this weird burgundy carpet in every room, and the whole place smelled like boiled cucumbers. I looked at his collection of lace doilies and we played a little Monkey Age 12, and then I went home. It was pretty awkward the whole time. I hope he doesn't ask me again.

The other day me and Freddy were playing Quidditch over by the condemned mansion and he said he thought he saw a mummy. 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."