Dear Diary,
     
     I'm sorry I didn't write to you yesterday... I was busy.

Busy being  tortured.

My family (as a surprise) took me and my brother to a fancy party with other Pure-Bloods.

I HAD TO WEAR A DRESS!! Ewwww...

And I had to be "lady like".  Disgusting.

Mum introduced me to the Blacks,  another wealthy family. They were not nice at all! They had two sons, Sirius and Regulus, and they were actually pretty polite. Mum and the woman made Sirius and I "get to know each other" because we were the same age,  though I got the feeling that the woman didn't approve of me or my family.  When she thought I wasn't looking,  she would send nasty looks to me and mum.

I heard that many Pure-Blood families don't  like Muggles,  or people associated with them,  like Muggle-Borns or... well..us.

Sirius, as I got to know, was very different than what he seemed while taking to mum.  
He was quite out-spoken and funny,  and we both had a lot in common.

We both hate parties.
We both love making people laugh.
We are both dramatic (Sirius especially).
And we both have beautiful, majestic (as Sirius put it) hair.

Though, I got the feeling that he wasn't always this cheerful.  When his mum came to get him,  his expression turned to stone,  and his eyes went cold.

That might've been my eyes playing tricks on me, however.

As soon as we got back to our house, I sprinted upstairs and changed out of my horrid dress (it was pink!) into my Beatles shirt,  and grey sweat pants. That felt much better.

Bloody hell,  I'm tired. It's about 3 am right now. I'll write tomorrow.

Night,
ᎷᎪᎡᏞᎬNᎬ ᎢᎻᎬ ᎷᎪᏩNᏆFᏆᏟᎬNᎢ

(P. S. Sirius came up with that.  I called him Sirius the Sassy. )