[ Longbottoms ]

We've sorted out that we're staying, yes? And since we are [ ... ] what would you like to do for your birthday next week, love?

Alright... I'm not sure where I am, but I'm watching a monkey throw barrels at what I think is a porn star while I'm standing on a platform in a dress that really needs alterations.

Is that all I'm supposed to do? Stand here until the moustached porn star in red gets up here? ...that has disturbing implications.

Of course, I finally get to run a restaurant, the way I've always wanted to, and here they come taking us away from here. Thank you for that. Really, I appreciate it.

Edited in later: James, Mari, and Ro! Want to help me help someone keep sweets from going to waste? Lily, you're invited too.

I realize what I was told after finding myself in the not-hospital wing, but I'm having some problems coming to terms with this... I know that the Room of Requirement gives you whatever you need, but isn't this a bit of a stretch even for it, isn't it? This isn't what I needed at all. And the way it's been explained to me this seems far fetched, even for Hogwarts, in fact I'm becoming more and more certain this is a Death Eater plot.

My name is Frank Longbottom. I'm the Defense professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I'd very much like some answers that make sense if that isn't asking too much... Alice is going to kill me...

I sign off for a couple weeks to go away and explore the new digs and I come back to all the sadness. I, Jane Charlotte Potter, do hereby decree that we seriously need to have some kind of weekly bonfire party because there's no way you can be totally sad when you're eating marshmallows and picturing Evans shirtless. The last part is probably just me but you get the point.

I'm calling it Shindig Saturday. The first one will be next weekend.

[IN WHICH DIRK DOESN'T REALISE THE JOURNALS TAKE PICTURES.]

He'll be back. He came back last time. He'll be back.

Please bring him back.

[ Neville ]

What would you name a sweets shop? And how do you feel about being my Official Taste Tester?

Alright! New rule. When you've misplaced your journal, just start following the ringing.

Now who wants to be my friend?

I have to say, if this is the afterlife? I'm extremely disappointed. You could at least make some effort, hand out some wings or something. Possibly a harp, although I don't really have any use for one. Still, it would have been nice to have been offered one. I'm not really sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't this.

Is there still telly when you're dead?

I know I've been quiet but it's just that I haven't had a greenhouse all to myself in awhile.

That being said, I have loads of extra herbs and things for any potion makers out there.

And anyone is welcome to tend to the plants but you might want to let me know first because some of them are very particular

Warded to Mum
Do you want to spend some time together? Maybe have dinner or something?

Hello? Can you please drop whatever you're so busy doing long enough to tell me where I am? Or why you've kidnapped me? I don't really think you want to deal with my parents when they find out that I'm missing, or my brother either. I was in my dorm where I bleeding belong, and I wound up... wherever this is. Wait a minute, I think I’ve got it. Yes, the four of you are really clever, and bravo to you for getting other people to play along. I get it, someone replaced my pillow with a portkey, right? You can congratulate yourselves about it in the morning. Right now put me back and let me get to sleep!