"You've got dirt on your nose," Hermione said, glancing at Ron with annoyance spread all over her face. "Right there."
Ron glared at her back as she left. "And NO, I HAVEN'T seen the BLASTED TOAD!"
Harry hid a smirk behind the chocolate frog he was eating.
Hermione lifted the lid of the old shoebox, and dust floated up, making Ron sneeze. "Hermione, don't look in there. That was stuff I wrote back during the first year…don't…"
"What?"
"No, really…"
"Dear Diary…"
"Bloody H***!" Ron yelled, trying to grab the papers. Hermione smirked and shoved him away, continuing to read.
"Dear Diary,
Guess what?! Today was my first day at Hogwarts! I can't believe it; I'm in Gryffindor!
Hermione stared at the paper in disbelief. "You…used…a…semicolon?"
Ron was a shade of red that matched his hair. "Please, just stop!"
"And I met Harry Potter, the boy who lived! I think he wants to be friends, which is really cool. I like Dean and Seamus too, and they're nice. That's good. Neville is nice, too, but he's kinda forgetful and he's always hanging out with that Erminy or whatever it is girl. Do you know what she said to me? "You've got dirt on your nose." I don't care about the bloody dirt! I live on a bloody farm!
"You know, Ron, the dirt was not at all bloody. It was, in fact, very clean dirt," Hermione assured him, not at all hurt about the comments he made.
"Whatever," Ron muttered.
"And when she was introducing herself, she totally ignored me and just talked to Harry! Okay, I did have dirt on my nose, but I shower! Seriously!
I kind of miss Mom. And Dad. Not Ginny, though, she always makes me help her with her chores.
Ronald Weasley."
"That is so cute, Ron!" Hermione squealed. "I've got an idea. Let's both read them every day. It will be entertaining!"
"Fabulous," Ron muttered, poking through the shoeboxes.