My first year at Hogwarts

Dear Diary

Dear Dairy

About a week ago I was sent my letter to Hogwarts, before opening it I ran to show my parents. I was so excited i failed to see the ball of fur laying alone on the floor so, on the way thought the kitchen I toppled over my brother's cat and landed on my buttocks against the fire place, spilling the flue powder everywhere. Patrick sitting at the table laughs historically and says "bloody hell Michael get it together"
After helping me up and brushing the flue powdered from my hair, he leans down, pick up his Cat and shouts up the stairs "Mother!! Michael got his letter!"
From up stair my mother shouts "well lets go shopping then!"
She run down stairs and sees the mess
"To Diagon alley" Patrick shouts.

"No not yet!" Mother says sternly,

"What?! Why not?"

"Not until you boys clean up this mess, and with no magic" pointing at Patrick "I'll be getting ready up stairs call me when your done."

While cleaning up the flue powder, Patrick tells me all about Hogwarts, the teachers, and the Quidditch games! I really like quidditch, my father taught me how to ride a broomstick at the age of ten, I'm not that fast but I'm better than Patrick.
My father was a Keeper for Griffendor house when he went to Hogwarts, but after school he gave it up to run the family business, Eeylops Owl Emporium.
When Patrick and I finish cleaning mother still isn't ready to leave. So we grab our brooms from the shed and throw the quaffle In the large field behind the house.