Only because it's required, here's my admiration essay:
The one person I admire most in the world is my mother Josephine.
Done. I'd babble on if I needed to but surely this isn't going to be marked? My reasons for admiring her are my own. This is a school, not a counseling session. Reading some of the other students' essays I have to wonder if they're being truthful or not. One or two seem to admire every-bloody-body. At least I won't stoop to lying in an essay that won't matter for OWLs anyway. Not that I lie on other occassions...
I've been sixteen for exactly two weeks now and I don't feel even the slightest bit different. That would most likely annoy me if I wasn't content with who I was at fifteen. It's odd how gradual growing is. Other people tend to notice it more than you do.
I must be really bored to be writing this dribble...
Received another owl from Tobias today. He still insists on ending his messages with "your father". As if I could forget. But the lake's more likely to swallow Hogwarts than I am to call myself his son. He included a few artefacts in the package too, which I've just finished sorting through. It's mostly old photographs. I was a rather spastic toddler by the looks of it. I hardly appear in the pictures at all. Most telling, though, was his inclusion of this year's edition of Prominent Wizarding Families Of Britain. Tobias wants me to think of my heritage.
What a sad old man he is.