Hello?
Anybody there?
What's your name?
…
Reveal your self!
Your face reminds me of a blast-ended skrewt.
Just checking…
The Secret Diary of Ginerva Weasely, Age 15 in 17 days (!)
25th July
9:27 am
Forget the stuff I wrote up there. I have had some bad experiences with diaries. Better safe than sorry.
Mom gave me this diary so I can "vent my feelings" and "express my emotions". Whatever that means… But there is this one tiny thing on my mind…
Phlegm
Oh. Dear.
I cannot believe Bill is going to marry Fleur Dela-smelly-cour. Phlegm. I can hear her downstairs, complaining about the fat levels in roasted chicken. Her voice is higher than the ghoul banging on the pipes upstairs –and that's saying something! She talks to me as if I was about three! Mom won't admit it, but she hates Fleur just as much as I do. Ron, however, couldn't be more delighted with Phlegm staying here for a few days. He's infatuated with her! You should have seen his face when she asked him for the strawberry jam.
'Ron, will you pass ze jam, sil vous plait?'
Ron practically drooled all over his toast.
Well… he would drool anyways but… this time it was done with more effort.
Luckily Hermione is coming on the day after tomorrow, and she said she'd bring her sleekeazy to attempt to calm my 'glorious mane'. Tonks visits often. She's been a bit down recently. Don't know why. Bit worried about her.
Hair status: Frizz Factor 4- hair brushes beware!
FIY: Just thought I'd put this down!
Frizz Factor Scale
Sleek and shiny
Curls in control
Hat required
Hair brushes beware
'Le Pouf'
4:15pm
Finally got away from Phlegm. Mom's been using me as a shield since she doesn't want to be trapped alone with Phlegm. Can't blame her. I wouldn't want to either. I might get forced into half an hour's rant again about how inconsiderate I am to have red hair. It clashes with the pink bridesmaid dresses. Just so happened I was wearing a pink shirt. How kind of her.
Got an owl from Dean today. He's in Ireland visiting his relatives. He mentioned it's almost been one month since he asked me out. Wonder if he'll send something for our anniversary… Wonder if I should send something? If I do will I seem obsessed? If I don't would it be rude? But what if I do and he doesn't…? I'll ask Hermione when she comes tomorrow. She gave me good advice about my little crush on Harry a year or two ago. She might be able to help.
Wish Jasmine would send me an owl. Haven't heard from her for a week or two, with all the strange stuff happening I hope she's okay. What with the Ministry being in such confusion after Fudge was sacked and the shortage of Aurors on account of all the recent attacks.
Got to go. Ron wants to play one-on-one Quidditch.
26th July
10:25 am
The Ministry has issued a leaflet to all wizarding families in Britain encouraging us to use stupid safety measures to protect us from the Death Eaters. Dad's got all enthusiastic and is making us have secret questions that we use to make sure the people we are talking to are actually themselves and not under the Imperius Curse or being impersonated by a D.E. with Polyjuice Potion. I think it's pretty useless. The Death Eaters could easily torture out an answer or use Veritaserum…
Pumpkin juice nearly shot out of my nose. Here's why:
Dad: (Looks at mum from above Leaflet) The secret question point is not a bad idea. We really should be setting an example to others. Let's see… My question will be "What is my secret ambition?"
Mum: (Very sternly) Don't start about the rubber ducks again Arthur!
D: No, no, no! Harry's told me all about that! What I really want to know is how paerolanes fly!
Bill: Airplanes, Dad…
D: Oh! Molly- I have a terrific idea for your question! "What do you like me to call you in private-
M: Arthur! This really isn't necessary-
D: - Mollywobbles!
Ha! Mollywobbles…. Hilarious.
Hair status: Frizz Factor 2- Curls in Control
27th July
10:52pm
Hermione arrived today, at long last. I don't think I could survive another day alone with Phlegm. Sat in the garden and talked for hours with Hermione while she knitted hats (or were they socks?) for the Hogwarts House-Elves. She says I should send Dean a present, though not a big one, in case he doesn't send anything. Fred and George were de-gnoming the garden and eavesdropping. George suggested I write a poem and George started singing a loud rendition of "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad," that poem I wrote for Harry in my first year. Hermione did not think this was a good idea. They both walked away with an expertly placed Bat Bogey Hex.
Hair status: Frizz Factor 2- Curls in Control
10:59 pm
Just remembered- Harry's coming tomorrow, early in the morning.