Desclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter – sadly, wishes, sometimes don't come true.
Also, I'm not very sure on some of the ways to spell some Harry Potter word.
Hicka – writing letters, diarys, flashbacks, and stuff
"Bicka" – talking
"boo" – parselmouth, also talking in flashbacks
Dear Diary,
To get this over with quickly, my name is Ginny Wesley. Well, no, not really. My name is Ginervra. But if that some how spreads you're gonna 'some how' end up in flames.
Other than that, I think we'll get along fine(evil smile). As long as you don't start writing back like that OTHER diary. Eh! Never. Again. So, how I see it, I get to talk (or write) all I want with no interruptions. This is all a girl could hope for. Especially now, for me at least. See, it's been really busy lately. Like the kind of busy where no one wants to do anything about it but they don't like anything that's going on. Yeah. That type of busy.
Since it's started we haven't been able to get out, and I seem to be getting more out of it every day. I've actually been starting to scare Mum! Speaking of which, she's calling for dinner.
I close my diary with a sigh and start to get off my butt. When did it become so hard to get off the stinken ground!
"Ginny! Hurry UP! We wanna eat ya' know!" One day you'll get what's coming to you Ron. Oh yes. Just wait and see(evil thoughts).
I can't believe him! What does he think I'm doing up here! Nothing(AN: yes, lame. I know)! Well I'm going to take my sweat time gingerly getting-"HURRY THE HELL UP!" well. I'll be. Ronney-kins said his first swear word!(note the sarcasm) there goes my plan of laziness.
I make my way down the stairs wondering what's for dinner when I see him. Sitting there. Looking so innocent. That just makes my blood boil! I was so concentrated on mentally burning two holes into the side of his head that I missed a step.
I realize now just how long our stairs really are. I was lucky enough to have a one way ticket down them the hard way. But it's not the fall that kills you. It's the sudden stop at the end.
Laying on the ground moaning in pain I didn't notice the emerald green gaze that was set on me. Until I looked up. And our eyes locked.
I thought my sudden stop was already done. Aparently, it wasn't.