I woke up to the lovely sound of scratching on my new oak floor. Great.
Just great. My cat, Annabelle, had, yet again, made herself a menace.
Nothing new, really. It's just her way of telling me to get up and feed
her. A smart cat, that Annabelle.
I groggily made my way to the living room of my London flat. A Muggle flat. My father would be so proud. His little girl is all grown up and learning about Muggle things, like television and computers. Speaking of computers, Muggles have come up with a really clever thing there. Almost as good as electricity. On my very speedy, very nice Muggle computer, I have a variety of things. My favorite game that came pre-loaded, mind you, was Free Cell. I could easily spend hours upon hours just moving the cards from place to place. Keeps my mind off of the things that I should be worrying about. Like work. and Draco.
Okay, I admit it. I was one of the many girls at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to fall for Mr. Draco Malfoy. Head over heels. Of course, all of those other girls had nothing on me. We actually had something. You know, though, a simple card game can really clear your mind, and make you think. In a way, Free Cell is a lot like life. You can concentrate on one part of the game, and the rest of it will fall apart. The other side of the board is integrated so intricately into the side you are working on, that a series of false moves can make you lose.
Losing at life is no fun. I know. I have done my share from time to time. I wasn't always the adorable little girl everyone thought I was. In fact, in most of those books written by that witch, Rowling, my personality is completely off. Am I really only thought of as the littlest Weasley, a little girl that spent her whole life just following Harry Potter around? I surely hope not, and dear God, I hope that this book will set the record straight. I wasn't an angel. I was, to be blunt, the most bad ass girl in the Gryffindor House.
That's right. I may have not prostituted my body to all of the men at the school for my status, but I kicked ass whenever I had to. I wasn't the small quiet type. That's for certain. I think that's what caught Draco's attention in the first place. Of course, I made sure that I kept it.
These days, I spend a lot of my time writing a daily column in the Daily Prophet. I am notorious for my views on life, or anything that sparks my interest. The public should know that I have officially resigned from the above position, and upon completion of this novel, I plan to travel to America and start anew.
I hope that some of the readers out there can connect with what I am saying and put it to good use.
Sincerely yours,
Virginia A. Weasley
I groggily made my way to the living room of my London flat. A Muggle flat. My father would be so proud. His little girl is all grown up and learning about Muggle things, like television and computers. Speaking of computers, Muggles have come up with a really clever thing there. Almost as good as electricity. On my very speedy, very nice Muggle computer, I have a variety of things. My favorite game that came pre-loaded, mind you, was Free Cell. I could easily spend hours upon hours just moving the cards from place to place. Keeps my mind off of the things that I should be worrying about. Like work. and Draco.
Okay, I admit it. I was one of the many girls at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to fall for Mr. Draco Malfoy. Head over heels. Of course, all of those other girls had nothing on me. We actually had something. You know, though, a simple card game can really clear your mind, and make you think. In a way, Free Cell is a lot like life. You can concentrate on one part of the game, and the rest of it will fall apart. The other side of the board is integrated so intricately into the side you are working on, that a series of false moves can make you lose.
Losing at life is no fun. I know. I have done my share from time to time. I wasn't always the adorable little girl everyone thought I was. In fact, in most of those books written by that witch, Rowling, my personality is completely off. Am I really only thought of as the littlest Weasley, a little girl that spent her whole life just following Harry Potter around? I surely hope not, and dear God, I hope that this book will set the record straight. I wasn't an angel. I was, to be blunt, the most bad ass girl in the Gryffindor House.
That's right. I may have not prostituted my body to all of the men at the school for my status, but I kicked ass whenever I had to. I wasn't the small quiet type. That's for certain. I think that's what caught Draco's attention in the first place. Of course, I made sure that I kept it.
These days, I spend a lot of my time writing a daily column in the Daily Prophet. I am notorious for my views on life, or anything that sparks my interest. The public should know that I have officially resigned from the above position, and upon completion of this novel, I plan to travel to America and start anew.
I hope that some of the readers out there can connect with what I am saying and put it to good use.
Sincerely yours,
Virginia A. Weasley