From this point forward, rapidly approaching the anniversary of my sixteenth year-le seize doux- I intend to record my inner musings, sarcastic inner commentary, trials, and tribulations. Witches of importance are always keeping these things, and when they die everyone realizes how brilliant they are; people admire them with a passion. One would assume that a human is easier to be loved if you know their inner workings, but every person I've ever met who's a truly skilled occlumens has a lack of apathy. So poo on that.

And of course I'll be a famous Witch. I'm already an heiress. My sister's ab-so-fucking-lute-ley nutters. And I've already lost family Wizards. I've the making for a novel. And I'll marry well; that's certain. And witches who marry well always end up famous; that's a proven fact. Look at the women of high society! Even those with no history and questionable lineage who managed to bag a wealthy pureblooded male gain leverage in society.

But of course, how, when, and (most importantly) who is still trapped in tea leaves and crystal balls. For them to know, and me to wish upon.