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Dear Diary,

Guess what the time is? Hang on let me check, I don't actually know myself... But I'm thinking it's pretty early judging on the darkness still outside my window. Be right back.

So I was right. It's 6:02am.
In other words, ungodly hour of the morning in which no one (i.e. especially me), should be forced to submit to brutal awakening by ones slightly deranged mother. I mean sure, it's good to be on top of things, but waking the whole house up 5 hours before the train actually leaves seems just a tad on the extreme side to me.

Then again maybe not.

Granted, Hogwarts has finally been rid of all my other dear brothers, so it's just Ron and me, but don't get me wrong there's still the mad rush as everyone (meaning Harry, Ron Hermione and I) scramble to finish off the last minute packing.

Well, scrambling seems to cover what Ron, Harry and I are doing, however Hermione on the other hand (Mione for future reference – it's a hell of a lot shorter than her normal name, I mean four syllables people! As if you could be bothered!) did all her packing last night and was eating her breakfast at a leisurely pace.

"Honestly Ronald" she said to my brother. "You'd think after five years of this you'd know to pack the night before."

"Yeah well, I think I'll manage" Ron mumbled, bleary eyed and obviously not in the mood for any arguments. "And besides, if we were supposed to pack the night before the train wouldn't leave at 11 now would it? That's plenty of time."

"Uh-huh I see, even though you and Harry managed to miss the train in our second year?" Hermione replied brows raised.

Honestly, I think she must like arguing with him, picking a fight this early in the morning. Either that, or she's already stressing about school and taking it out in Ron. One of the two. Or both.

"That wasn't our fault and you know it – "

And here they go again. Before school has even started as well. I drowned them out, a skill I had acquired, and perfected after many years of practice while listening to the two of them bicker.

I rolled my eyes at Harry who was sitting across the table from me, and he grinned, albeit sleepily back. "When will they learn" he said.

"I know" I replied. "For a smart person, Hermione is ridiculously oblivious. Not to mention my idiot brother though I wouldn't go as far as to call him smart."

"He has his moments, although I have to admit they are quite rare" smiled Harry.

"Oi! You two hurry up!" Mum called, clearing mine and Harry's plates off the table.

"Actually, I wasn't fin –" She silenced me with a look, you know the one I'm talking about – the one that could make even old Voldy shake in his black-studded boots. Assuming he owns some that is... I mean it kind of comes with the whole evil gonna-take-over-the-world business.

"Ginevra Weasley, get up these stairs right now and finish getting ready, for goodness sake we're going to miss the train!" She yelled at me.

"Alright, alright calm down woman!" I muttered under my breath.

"Oh and Harry dear, I've left your socks on your bed for you to pack okay?" she said sweetly, her demeanour completely changing. Why is it that parents are always nicer to other people's kids? It's like some unwritten law of nature or something.

Harry gave me a sympathetic look as I trudged up the stairs.