Hello there!
My name is Saiorse (pronounced SER-SHA) Summerbee.
I am fifteen years old and in my 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which I have attended since receiving my letter, by owl, of course, on my eleventh birthday.
My parents were, to say the least, gobsmacked to discover that I was a witch, but they're pretty open-minded after they got over the initial shock, and quite proud.
I'm muggle-born you see, which sometimes makes it difficult at school, but Mugglism isn't too bad these days..... with the exception of the Slytherins, who just can't stand "Filthy Mudbloods". Honestly! Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm a Gryffindor. Everyone said I ought to be in Ravenclaw, being so smart, but they were just flattering. Hermione Granger is the brainiest girl I know and SHE'S in Gryffindor.
Today I came to realise just how lucky I am to be a Witch, even an average one, Hogwarts is the most incredible place, it really feels like home, and I've had some amazing times here, so I thought maybe I should recount them, to be preserved for generations of Witches and Wizards to come, and even muggles...
If you're reading this, you're most likely from a time I haven't reached yet. It's 1995 for me, but time does funny things and memories can be preserved, what's happening for me has already happened in your time.
No, this is not a horcrux, just a magic, time-twisting journal.
So here it is, I am Saiorse Summerbee, an average, muggle-born witch, proud Gryffindor, study-a-holic and adventurer.. with a knack for finding trouble. This is my diary. This is my story.
