~August 30~
I have to see her for the first time since what she did to me tommorow. First time, and one of the last. I don't know if I'm going to let her know of my plans yet, you know-to make her worry or something. I probably wont though. She's too smart, she'd be able to find a way to stop me.
For the first time in my life I actually *want* to find books on horrible hexes and curses. I want to study until I know them inside and out. I want her to be humiliated before her death. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my blood, rushing through my veins. An army of Aurors couldn't hold me back.
I just realised what might happen if anyone actually *found* and *read* this diary. Journal. Rantings of a mad man. Mad child perhaps. Considering I'm only 16. It would be a glimpse into the mind of a psycho. Or so it would seem. I've jumped off into the deep end. I can't turn back. I wont turn back. Never, not for a million Galleons.
I may even have to call upon a favor from my worst enemy. Well, 2nd worst now. Yes, that's right, Malfoy. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Considering what he calls her. Or better yet, since they are such hating enemies, I could include him in the curse. Make them get stuck, joined at the hip or something equally embarrasing. I don't know yet, honestly.
Anyways, let's change topic for a second. Just for a bit. Long enough to explain what else has been going on in my life. I figured out how to use a felly-vision. Very weird. Colored animals dancing and singing. Dad was most pleased. He acted like Fred and George would if they recieved 100 Galleons and were transported to a joke shop. I was most scared. What muggle would actually *enjoy* watching that? There were some catchy songs though. Very amusing. Mum just scoweled.
On a more school type note, I got new dress robes from my grandfather when he died. Very form flattering also. Green and Black though. Guess grandfather didn't recieve the memo that I'm not and ugly Slythering git. Honestly, he should have known. Our whole family has been in Gryffindor for hundreds of years. Am I *that* different? Maybe I'll find a spell to change it to a new color. Not red though. Clashes with my hair.
Ginny finally found someone new to crush on. Got over Harry finnaly, I guess. Only now she has a very freaky fascination with Neville Longbottom. Very remarkable really. Imagine the conversations *those* two would have. Hell imagine the children- red headed fat kids with an obsession with the Boy-who-lived.
Back to the murder. I think I just decided against killing. Will settle on many hexes and curses. Don't want people ratting on me now, do I? I can hear the howler already. "How dare you kill that girl?" Argh! Oh well, gotta run. Don't want anyone to come in and see me writing in a "diary" now do I?
~Ronald Weasley~
I have to see her for the first time since what she did to me tommorow. First time, and one of the last. I don't know if I'm going to let her know of my plans yet, you know-to make her worry or something. I probably wont though. She's too smart, she'd be able to find a way to stop me.
For the first time in my life I actually *want* to find books on horrible hexes and curses. I want to study until I know them inside and out. I want her to be humiliated before her death. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my blood, rushing through my veins. An army of Aurors couldn't hold me back.
I just realised what might happen if anyone actually *found* and *read* this diary. Journal. Rantings of a mad man. Mad child perhaps. Considering I'm only 16. It would be a glimpse into the mind of a psycho. Or so it would seem. I've jumped off into the deep end. I can't turn back. I wont turn back. Never, not for a million Galleons.
I may even have to call upon a favor from my worst enemy. Well, 2nd worst now. Yes, that's right, Malfoy. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Considering what he calls her. Or better yet, since they are such hating enemies, I could include him in the curse. Make them get stuck, joined at the hip or something equally embarrasing. I don't know yet, honestly.
Anyways, let's change topic for a second. Just for a bit. Long enough to explain what else has been going on in my life. I figured out how to use a felly-vision. Very weird. Colored animals dancing and singing. Dad was most pleased. He acted like Fred and George would if they recieved 100 Galleons and were transported to a joke shop. I was most scared. What muggle would actually *enjoy* watching that? There were some catchy songs though. Very amusing. Mum just scoweled.
On a more school type note, I got new dress robes from my grandfather when he died. Very form flattering also. Green and Black though. Guess grandfather didn't recieve the memo that I'm not and ugly Slythering git. Honestly, he should have known. Our whole family has been in Gryffindor for hundreds of years. Am I *that* different? Maybe I'll find a spell to change it to a new color. Not red though. Clashes with my hair.
Ginny finally found someone new to crush on. Got over Harry finnaly, I guess. Only now she has a very freaky fascination with Neville Longbottom. Very remarkable really. Imagine the conversations *those* two would have. Hell imagine the children- red headed fat kids with an obsession with the Boy-who-lived.
Back to the murder. I think I just decided against killing. Will settle on many hexes and curses. Don't want people ratting on me now, do I? I can hear the howler already. "How dare you kill that girl?" Argh! Oh well, gotta run. Don't want anyone to come in and see me writing in a "diary" now do I?
~Ronald Weasley~