When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose his wings at the dawn of the day.

Diagon Alley in the early morning is very blue. Not figuratively but literally - there is a blue tint to just about everything, the buildings and shops and streets and windows. It doesn't last for very long but if you ever get a chance to step out into the blue of a quiet morning in the Alley, I highly recommend it. It is very striking.

The last time I'd stayed in the Leaky Cauldron was when I was eleven, and my grandmother and I made a day of shopping for my school supplies. It is interesting that in twenty-eight years nothing about this place has changed, not even the wallpaper. Or perhaps the linens.

Ran errands yesterday, at Flourish & Blotts and Featherwrite Quills and then in Knockturn Alley. Got some books for the next term, a few odds and ends and necessities for the week. Looked in on Weetzy and then took care of some business at Gringotts. A productive day, if tiring.

Am back in my room now, with a cup of tea brought up by a lovely barmaid and today's Daily Prophet. I've been trying to do the crossword, but I have never been very good at it.

I think I will do a little reading, now.

Edit: Harry, you forgot your book again, and you also left your shoes. How did you manage that? Feel free to call by and retrieve them whenever you like.