Everywhere I go, everyone's looking so grave and stoic. I know it's because of the recent disappearances and I can hardly blame them. I suppose I should be lucky that I don't know anyone who has disappeared - that sounds awfully selfish of me, but I can't be relieved. If anything ever happened to my dad or Colin, or anyone else I know, I don't know what I'd do with myself.
A man bumped into me today on my way from work and caused me to drop my camera. It's damaged beyond both muggle and magical repair unfortunately. I guess I'll have to get a new one, but that one was my favourite.
