8 Sept 1942 Oh, bother, I need to remind Mother about getting me a
ration book and new uniforms. I don't know what's more embarrassing - going to a wizarding seamstress to have mundane school uniforms made, or going to a mundane one who's going to give me Looks as if I don't know there's rationing on.
School is going to be absolutely horrid this year. I'm going to a new one - again - because the last one got taken over by the Navy and the one before that threw me out. I wonder how quickly I can get thrown out of this one? The sweets that Mother slipped into my stash would be perfect, but they're oh so careful about rationing that everything has to be turned over to the matron on arrival. Though it would be worth it just to have them think that Mother's a black marketer.
She simply won't listen when I tell her I'm miserable. She just goes on about how lucky I am to find a school that's Acceptable so that I will have connections in Society and be able to find a nice mundane boy to marry. As if I want to marry boys
or mundanes. Well, the girls aren't so bad, but they all think that girls are something you'll give up once you've left school.