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Summary~ It was all a blur to Ginny, her 1st year. Now in her 6th, a different book has come to her. Almost by. Magic? Apparently, Tom Riddle kept a diary of his 7th year too. And apparently he also fancies. Ginny? What?!? She plays along for awhile, but then things start getting a little creepy. Just read, kay? Eh-heh.
"Hooglesmof." Ginny muttered under her breath. She was tired from the N.E.W.T. tests she took that day. So the confusing new Gryffonder password was only one of her worries. She must've totally bombed the potions test. Unless turning your partners hair blue was part of the healing-powers.
Sure, she'd had an OK year. Not a great year so far, but OK. The only thing to look forward to was the Winter Ball this year, but she had no clue on who would ask her. if anyone. But she didn't really feel like going anyway. All the girls in her year had boyfriends, crushes, and basic teenage things. Of course, not Ginny. Unless you count Neville. but that was over long ago. She was sick of it.
Ginny flopped down on the red upholstered couch on top of an unsuspecting Ron.
"Ginny! Get off of me!" He pushed her angrily off of the couch.
"Sorry, Ron. I didn't see you." Well it wasn't a lie. Ron blended in quite well with that couch. Ginny had quite enough of Ron's ignorance and galloped up the stairs to the girls bedroom. No one was in there, just a burning fire and a book upon her favorite red armchair. She picked it up, with interest and looked at the title.
JOURNEL
Ginny smiled evily. She loved reading peoples diarys and stuff. She looked around her shoulder, to make sure no one was watching her, then opened it.
It was blank.
"Hmm?" Ginny looked puzzled. "Oh my gosh! No!" She threw the book into the fire, hoping it would burn. She had a dead feeling she knew whose it was. Ginny definitely didn't want to go through that again.
She had a restful nights sleep, that night. Then the next morning, just for safety, she checked the fire.
Still there.
"Gaarh!"
Summary~ It was all a blur to Ginny, her 1st year. Now in her 6th, a different book has come to her. Almost by. Magic? Apparently, Tom Riddle kept a diary of his 7th year too. And apparently he also fancies. Ginny? What?!? She plays along for awhile, but then things start getting a little creepy. Just read, kay? Eh-heh.
"Hooglesmof." Ginny muttered under her breath. She was tired from the N.E.W.T. tests she took that day. So the confusing new Gryffonder password was only one of her worries. She must've totally bombed the potions test. Unless turning your partners hair blue was part of the healing-powers.
Sure, she'd had an OK year. Not a great year so far, but OK. The only thing to look forward to was the Winter Ball this year, but she had no clue on who would ask her. if anyone. But she didn't really feel like going anyway. All the girls in her year had boyfriends, crushes, and basic teenage things. Of course, not Ginny. Unless you count Neville. but that was over long ago. She was sick of it.
Ginny flopped down on the red upholstered couch on top of an unsuspecting Ron.
"Ginny! Get off of me!" He pushed her angrily off of the couch.
"Sorry, Ron. I didn't see you." Well it wasn't a lie. Ron blended in quite well with that couch. Ginny had quite enough of Ron's ignorance and galloped up the stairs to the girls bedroom. No one was in there, just a burning fire and a book upon her favorite red armchair. She picked it up, with interest and looked at the title.
JOURNEL
Ginny smiled evily. She loved reading peoples diarys and stuff. She looked around her shoulder, to make sure no one was watching her, then opened it.
It was blank.
"Hmm?" Ginny looked puzzled. "Oh my gosh! No!" She threw the book into the fire, hoping it would burn. She had a dead feeling she knew whose it was. Ginny definitely didn't want to go through that again.
She had a restful nights sleep, that night. Then the next morning, just for safety, she checked the fire.
Still there.
"Gaarh!"