The Ginny Diaries
Guess Who!
September 3rd
Dear D,
I think my mind is running away with itself. You'd think I could hold more self control when thinking about a guy, this clearly hasn't happened before! But then again, I'm only 10 and until recently haven't found boys in the least bit attractive.
Back to my mind running away:
This morning I was attempting to concentrate on eating my cereal, but of course my thoughts weren't about to listen to me. Quite a nice daydream if I do say so myself. That mysterious boy sitting beside me under a big tree, his head resting on my lap. Gods, it's hard to keep calm with that thought, it makes my heart literally race off into oblivion, even if it's just a dream.
I had better be careful, mum's a bit suspicious, she keeps glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. Looks like I'm off to daydream about my green-eyed wonder boy.
-Gin.
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September 4th
Dear D,
Damn. I can't believe I got all fluttery over a boy, what has the world come to!
I'm not sure I can help it, every simple little thing I do I immediately picture that boy standing next to me. It's making me hyperventilate! If I keep this up mum's sending me to St Mungo's for sure.
I can't stop myself from picturing his face whenever I close my eyes, it's overwhelming. But oh, those forest green eyes, the light glinting off his glasses, and that tousled jet-black hair. What am I saying! Maybe I should take mum up on that offer to go to St Mungo's, this isn't normal.
-Gin.
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September 18th
Dear D,
I know it's been a fair amount of time, but I've been attempting a new way to keep mind off of, well you know.
I'm keeping myself as preoccupied as possible, and not just with chores and whatnot. I'm letting a boy have this kind of control over myself, that's just silly. Anyway, to the point, I found one of Charlie's old defense against the dark arts textbooks up in the attic and I'm taking advantage of it.
I seem to stop thinking about that boy when I'm completely immersed in studying magic, so who knows, maybe by the time I get to Hogwarts I won't have to give that boy a second glance. And I might just fly by with all this studying.
-Gin.
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September 23rd
Dear D,
Plan. Is. Not. Working.
Being completely surrounded by all of these magic books and constantly studying them (blah blah blah) has only made it worse.
Apparently, the stuff has started to come to me easily, I don't have to study a spell for more than an hour and I can get it right after practicing once or twice. Well, that's pretty challenging, seeing as I have to burrow mum's wand when she's asleep.
My crooked mind has become obsessed with the fact that the dream boy is connected to magic and the more I practice, the more it makes me think of him. I will probably see him at school next year, he's also a wizard (duh), and well basically that's the gist of things.
I'm beginning to make myself sick with this.
-Gin.
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October 2nd
Dear D,
Oh holy mother of cheese crackers.
Finally got a letter from Ron, apparently he's been a little preoccupied to write. At this point I almost wish he hadn't, although my subconscious is screaming in joy (shut up, stupid head).
I guess an explanation would be nice wouldn't it??
As to be expected, Ron was put in Gryffindor (shocker), and he made friends, blah blah blah.
But no. He's made friends with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived Potter, the famous Potter, the Potter everyone still talks about, and the same one who we happened to have met at King's Cross (Mr. Daydream boy himself). Brilliant.
I think I'd like to go off in a corner and scream now.
-Gin.
This one's a shorty, I know, but that doesn't mean I won't be out with new chapters soon!
I'm really beginning to enjoy writing this!
As always, R&Ring is a lovely thing to do.
