04/09/1987
Friday, September 4th
Dear diary, Dad has been trying for a month to create a potion, a spell, or a combination of both in a ritual to give Tom-diary a body. We haven't told anyone about Tom-diary.
Dad says he still doesn't know what he can use to sustain life. Today, jokingly, I told him he just needed a bit of the Elixir of Life, but he took my comment very seriously and now he's still in the library theorizing about it.
In other news, my sight is a bit worse, and I had a panic attack when I thought I would need glasses like James and Xavier, but Dad reassured me and told me that he had been prepared for a while in case my vision worsened. Dad invented a potion that immediately corrects vision, but it's still experimental. According to him, it will feel like having lemon in your eyes for a few minutes, but obviously, I would do anything not to wear glasses anymore.
It was worse than I thought; it felt like my eyes were melting. It hurt too much, but at least now I don't need glasses, although the side effect is being completely blind for almost 5 hours, a nightmare.
See you later.
Bye