Ah, the delights of my wicked mind...
I hope everybody enjoys this-it originated as a ficlet on a piece of paper when I was at Mo Ranch (camp) last year...My friend Abby and I just came up with this first chapter at around 2am and I decided to post it, seeing as I like the concept.
Enjoy!
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Dear Journal, I am finally fourteen, yesterday actually. Fred and George have been teasing me about pimples; a new invention, Pimple Pastries, are now on the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes market. I am extremely insulted; after all, its not as if I need them. On top of my already rather crappy life, they DO NOT need to bug me about my appearance. I'm mid-way through applying some blue eye shadow, a birthday present along with this journal. I have to go now, Harry will be here soon! --Ginny Ginny flipped the covers of her journal closed, carefully instituting every locking charm she knew. One had to be careful with Fred and George running around. She glanced at the clock anxiously; it was 1:00, and Harry was coming at 3:00, which left only two hours to get completely ready. Everything had to be perfect. Something was due to change, as far a Ginny was concerned, for once, she felt like she had a real chance to snag Harry, or at least get to know him better. She took a quick 20 minute shower, an all time fast record, before moving on to the ever challenging hair, make-up and clothes. She finally chose a pair of hip-hugging muggle blue jeans, and her favorite shirt; a black tank that said, "Barty's Fish and Chips, Best in Town!" (which, by the way, was on Mrs. Weasley's list for disapproval) For make-up, she did, what she liked to call, natural: moderately light blush and eyeshadow, coupled with the heavy application of black mascara. She just brushed her hair straight, making it reach her chin. Finally, 1 hour and 56 minutes later, she was ready, almost. The only point of, in Ginny's hearty opinion, her flawless outfit, was the problem of choosing the right jewelry to accent it all. She walked over to her dresser and opened a wooden box sitting on her dresser. When she opened it, a squeaky, rusty ballerina, that had originally been accompanied by music, spun around as she searched through her vast selection. Rings, necklaces and bracelets. Many of the articles were from children's parties' long since forgotten, and they filled the once brightly painted box. After 10 minutes of deliberation between her summery hemp and cowry choker and her favorite charm bracelet, she finally chose the hemp. Coincidentally, each of the Weasley's many clocks struck three o'clock and there was the tell-tale whooshing sound of someone coming out of the fire in the kitchen. It could only mean one thing: Harry had arrived.
I hope everybody enjoys this-it originated as a ficlet on a piece of paper when I was at Mo Ranch (camp) last year...My friend Abby and I just came up with this first chapter at around 2am and I decided to post it, seeing as I like the concept.
Enjoy!
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Dear Journal, I am finally fourteen, yesterday actually. Fred and George have been teasing me about pimples; a new invention, Pimple Pastries, are now on the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes market. I am extremely insulted; after all, its not as if I need them. On top of my already rather crappy life, they DO NOT need to bug me about my appearance. I'm mid-way through applying some blue eye shadow, a birthday present along with this journal. I have to go now, Harry will be here soon! --Ginny Ginny flipped the covers of her journal closed, carefully instituting every locking charm she knew. One had to be careful with Fred and George running around. She glanced at the clock anxiously; it was 1:00, and Harry was coming at 3:00, which left only two hours to get completely ready. Everything had to be perfect. Something was due to change, as far a Ginny was concerned, for once, she felt like she had a real chance to snag Harry, or at least get to know him better. She took a quick 20 minute shower, an all time fast record, before moving on to the ever challenging hair, make-up and clothes. She finally chose a pair of hip-hugging muggle blue jeans, and her favorite shirt; a black tank that said, "Barty's Fish and Chips, Best in Town!" (which, by the way, was on Mrs. Weasley's list for disapproval) For make-up, she did, what she liked to call, natural: moderately light blush and eyeshadow, coupled with the heavy application of black mascara. She just brushed her hair straight, making it reach her chin. Finally, 1 hour and 56 minutes later, she was ready, almost. The only point of, in Ginny's hearty opinion, her flawless outfit, was the problem of choosing the right jewelry to accent it all. She walked over to her dresser and opened a wooden box sitting on her dresser. When she opened it, a squeaky, rusty ballerina, that had originally been accompanied by music, spun around as she searched through her vast selection. Rings, necklaces and bracelets. Many of the articles were from children's parties' long since forgotten, and they filled the once brightly painted box. After 10 minutes of deliberation between her summery hemp and cowry choker and her favorite charm bracelet, she finally chose the hemp. Coincidentally, each of the Weasley's many clocks struck three o'clock and there was the tell-tale whooshing sound of someone coming out of the fire in the kitchen. It could only mean one thing: Harry had arrived.