Dear Journal:
My name is Ronald J. Weasley. Amazing, huh? You'd think I was just some normal muggle walking down the street. But I'm not. See I'm a wizard. Not a great one but I'm alright.
In wizarding terms I guess I'm not all that special. Except maybe for my choice of friends. One's a genius and the other is none other then Harry Potter! We all goto Hogwarts together. That's a wizarding school. Best one in the world. I'm in the best house (don't say that to Draco though, heh heh)
Nurse Carol just shook her head. Hogwarts, Harry Potter, wizarding, and who in the world would name there kid Draco? Mr. "Ronald J. Weasley" was crazy alright. Didn't even know what his real name was. She supposed she should let home go one thinking it though. The patients got a kick out of their fake names.
She looked over at the boy sadly. He kicked and turned in his sleep.
"Harry kill Voldemort." The boy said, there was a pause as if waiting for someone else to say something. "Yea, I finally said his name!" "Ronald's" face looked proud as he slept.
"Crazy, huh?" She said turning to her closet confident Mary.
"Got that right, almost as bad as Bumblebee." She said, laughing.
Bumblebee, a crazy old man, thought he was some great wizard as well. He always seemed to think he was talking to Nicholas Flamel, some imaginary friend of his.
"I pity them, ya know? It's nice to be mentally stable, ain't it?" Said the bubble gum chewing secretary, Britney. As Mary and Carol walked out she couldn't help laughing.
"She's mentally stable?" She said and they both broke into a fit of giggles.
Mary and Carol were the youngest people on the staff and had a horrible habit of being over giggly but they did work damn well for two sixteen year olds so no one objected.
Carol was something of a genius and had been skipped more grades then little miss Britney could count. She was currently in her 1st year of grade school so she could become a doctor at the old loony bin.
Mary on the other hand was the owner's daughter and just monitored the video cameras that eternally guarded all the patients.
"You know Carol I think that crazy boy's sort of cute. I love watching his monitor." She giggled and Carol had to grin. It was hard for Carol to believe that they were best friends but the friendship had formed just the same.
"His our age you know." Carol said. He wasn't all that bad looking after all so she had been watching his charts quite carefully. How can I sink to such airheadness behavior? She thought but looked at Mary and nodded to herself. "bad influence."
Dear Journal,
Lately I think someone's been reading you. You always end up in different parts of the dorm.
Dorm? she questioned. She sighed, thinking of Mary's half witted comment, cute or not this guy was a kook.
Carol sighed and opened her psych book to study.
"Back to Phobias for me big boy." She whispered to "Ron" wistfully.
Dear Journal,
Looking back at the pages I've filled you with I have to worry about my mental health. What was I talking about in there? I'm confused. All I know is that according to my previous pages today would be my graduation day from some crazy place called Hogwarts. I'm confused.
He's cured! thought an extremely happy Carol. Much time had passed since their discussion on his cuteness and the two girls were now older and wiser (well Carol was)
The next day "Ron's" family asked that he be released but that he have a live-in attendant to help him adjust. After hearing of the high pay and the free room in his new apartment she instantly volunteered. Mary was upset at the loss of her best friend but took the news rather lightly ("I bet your get to see him in his underwear.")
On her first day she couldn't help but be a little nervous.
"Hi, I'm Carol I guess you already know me." She said and laughed a little, nervous laughter.
The boy stared and hugged his journal.
"That's a pretty journal." She said.
"I don't remember anything I wrote in it happening. I think maybe I was writing a story. I like the story. I like the journal too. I named it Minerva Granger, after these two characters in the book."
"Granger's a pretty name." She said almost subconsciously.
"Minerva's nice too." "Ron" said looking taken aback.
"Oh yeah, right." She said quickly.
"You think I'm crazy don't you?" The boy said out of the blue.
"What?" She said shocked but she could feel her head nod.
"That's what I thought. Mum thinks so too."
"Mum? What are you British?" Carol said, suddenly given a giggle that reminisced Mary.
"Of course, this is London isn't it?"
I'm supposed to teach this boy to adapt to the real world, she thought, they should pay me more.
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Dear journal,
Little Miss Brown Hair Brown Eyes over the says that this New York City.
Maybe she's the crazy one.
Gee, thanks.
Dear Minerva Granger,(I remembered your full name!)
Today I had quite an odd experience. I was walking down the street with Carol where she was showing me a super market. I wasn't paying much attention to her, see, cause I saw this boy with black hair and green eyes. So I turn to him all of sudden without even knowing what I'm doing and I say "Hey Harry." And Carol just shakes her little bitten to the crisp finger and says that that's her boyfriend Harold not "Harry." I just shrugged and told her to read her psych book. I tell her to that again. Sometime I get mad at call it her psycho book. One time she got mad she called me a psycho. I almost cried but guess she's right. Look at me, calling people weird names, writing weird stories, naming my journal Minerva, not to mention that whole spider incident....I'm not even going to start.
Poor boy, she thought. Poor poor boy.
"Why didn't he have a scar?" He had said after the run in with Harold.
The weird thing is, I had been wondering the same thing.....
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!
So what you guys think so far? What should I do with this plot? I'm not sure what I'm trying to do. Isn't Mary cool? Sorry I'm attached to her....i'll have to put her in Charlie chronicles..... yeah recycle characters....!