Dear Diary #5: The Three Broomsticks

Chapter 5

Dear Diary, I swear Oliver is the nicest guy, I realized that I had forgotten my wallet right before I ordered my usual iced butterbeer, and and he just offered straight up to pay for it. He's honestly the best. I've been running low on wizard money lately, and in one of mine and Oliver's chats, he mentioned that there was an opening for a part-time waitress, if I was interested. I of course said yes. It's nice, you know, working with Oliver. I probably consider him one of my closest friends. He's only a year older than me, and he grew up in a muggle family too. His aunt was a witch, but his dad and her were estranged. I am sat at a table in the back writing this, and I think that the Slytherin boy may be stalking me. I know that sounds self centered, but he came into the Three Broomsticks shortly after I did, he has a book he's pretending to read, but I keep catching his eyes, he keeps staring. I don't know if this is flattering or creepy at this point. I'll keep you updated. It's funny you know, not being online so much. When I finally do go online, I have hundreds of notifications. One of the girls I was friends with in high school called me the other day. She asked where I disappeared to. I obviously couldn't tell her, but it was a bit surprising, I honestly didn't expect many people to miss me. Since, as you know Diary, I was very much a loner. Gotta Go! Until Next time, -T