1 December 1942
Urgh. My day is ruined, simply ruined! I've had a cup of tea and a piece of toast and nothing else! How in the name of Merlin am I supposed to face the day on such meagre scraps? I shall faint dead away before lunch, I swear I will. I'm just thankful that my robes, ghastly as they are, weren't ruined by the ridiculous folderol that went on in the Great Hall this morning. Bad enough that they're just so depressingly black and dreary. Food stains would be even worse! Thank Rowena today is a light day.
