Entry Four
I, Ronald Weasley, squashed a spider.
I was called into the testing room. I was presented with various horrifying situations. My reaction was gauged. Finally came the last test: the arachnid.
It was a nasty spider (but aren't they all); with big, hairy legs and pinchers dripping with venom. It was large and hungry. I could see how much it wanted to devour me in its eight eyes. I wasn't about to let it win, though. I gripped my wand and threw a spell at its legs. It fell forward. I panicked as its pinchers landed closer to me. I didn't run, though. I stunned it. With a feeling of ultimate satisfaction, I lifted my booted foot and stamped on its large head. A little unnecessary, I'm sure, but it was the best feeling.
Take that, you nasty creature.
That being said, I still don't like spiders. I passed the test, that's all that matters.
I held it together until I arrived at the flat. Hermione felt sorry for me. She reassured me and handed me a chocolate frog.
Unfortunately, I couldn't distress at home. Mum expected us for dinner at the Burrow. Aside from Hermione, and myself Percy and his girlfriend were attending. Hermione, Percy and Dad talked about business at the Ministry while the rest of us took place in idle chatter. Mum then told us about wedding dress shopping. She commented how great Hermione looked in the bridesmaid's dress they found. The topic eventually changed from the wedding to Quidditch when the unthinkable happened.
I received a summons from the Auror Department. I had to leave immediately. I can't write the exact details here, for obvious reasons, but I'm sitting in a temporary shelter with a couple of trainees and Aurors waiting out the night. It's Harry and my turn to keep watch. All I have to do is write in this journal. He's sitting on the opposite side of the encampment.
Harry and I truly lucked out when we met Hermione. She taught us that trick she did with the beaded bag all those years ago. Not only did it make it easier for us to travel, but also we didn't have to lug around anything. We always had our supplies with us. Rules dictated that we had to be capable of carrying everything we needed with no problems. It was beyond simple to carry my items in a small bag around my neck, tucked under my shirt.
Sometimes I worry about what enemies I'll make at this job. I don't want them coming for Hermione, or anyone else in my family. Harry reminded me that we already had quite a list of enemies. All the surviving Death Eaters and Voldemort supporters hated us. They hated Harry more, obviously, but I know I'm not their favorite person. I know that Hermione is more than capable of taking care of herself. I can't help but worry, though.
On to a different topic. The more I think of her, the more I miss her.
Shut. Up. Bilson.
He and I got into a bit of spat earlier. I was minding my own business, just sitting outside, when he started. He went on about how I must be clueless without Hermione telling me what to do and more. I ignored it. Well, I did at first. Then I may have poured something into his water. Possibly. It could have fallen in.
And no, that's not how I managed to score the middle of the night watch. I volunteered. See, if you know you are probably going to do something the boss won't like, volunteering to do the work others don't makes you less likely to be punished. Not that I planned on doing anything. Nope.
And you thought I wasn't a good strategist.
Signing off,
Ron Weasley, inventive spider vanquisher
