Confessions of Miss H. Scrimgeour

[Holly Scrimgeour]

No enchantments are currently placed on the diary (as she lacks the skill and permission to cast them!), but it's very well hidden and few would find it even if they checked every corner of her bedroom.

  

[Holly Scrimgeour]

— 16 August, 1887 —
The summer time is drawing to an end and a feeling of impending doom has been cast upon me. Though I know Hogwarts is one of the safest places in wizarding Britain, I cannot help the fact that I will feel unsafe in a large castle situated in the middle of solitude. Though I am not the first of my siblings to attend, I will have no elder ones attending at the same time as I (that would be difficult considering they've all perished!).

  

[Holly Scrimgeour]

— 16 August, 1887 —
Though I do love Camille, she can be quite a pain sometimes — literally. She's ran into me twice today running down the hallways. While I know she acts out to cope with the loss of our dear sister, I cannot help but sometimes resent father for not reigning her in.