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Chapter Twelve: The Musings of Ginny Weasley
Ginny sat in the common room in a big armchair by the fire. She had an empty journal sitting open in front of her. She hadn't kept a journal in years, too scared that she would become possessed by Voldemort and force some deep dark Hogwarts secret to resurface. However, she had a lot to say, and she intended to get it all down. She wrote her mother and asked for a journal purchased in a muggle shop, so she could be sure that it had no magical powers.
Still, she dipped her quill and wrote, "Is anybody there?" on the blank page. When, after a few minutes nothing happened she felt it safe to go on.
Dear Diary, she wrote (modeling it after a muggle thing she saw once),
I suppose it's about time that I wrote again. It's been a four year absence, and I do kind of miss pouring out my feelings onto the page. And believe me, I have A LOT to say. Let's see, where I am? I'm fifteen years old, a fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So far I've had two different boyfriends. Both relationships ended in mutual break ups. I guess I just haven't found the one. I told Hermione that the other day.
The thing is, I think I do know who "the one" is. As usual, the object of my affection is none other than Harry Potter. I used to think I liked him because he was famous, but it turns out that he's just a regular person. A regular, WONDERFUL person. I'm sure he thinks I've gone way past liking him into just seeing him as my big brother's best friend. He'd probably be mortified if he read this. Hell, I'D be mortified if he read this!
There's so much going on. My brother and Hermione keep going around in circles. I think they've both admitted that they like each other, they just haven't made the admission yet. We're hoping it happens soon because the tension is almost unbearable. I can't imagine what it must be like when they're ALONE. Mum wrote me a letter asking me to keep her informed if anything should happen between Ron and Hermione and she said she would love to have Hermione in the family. Mum's also complaining because Percy and Penelope aren't having a baby yet. I told mom to be patient. They've only been married a month! I'm sure they're not ready for children. though it might be nice to be Aunt Ginny.
Fred and George are doing well at the joke shop. They've told me that Lee Jordan has gotten a job as the official announcer for the Chudley Cannons, but he needs to be trained so he's not biased to the other team as he used to be when he announced the games for Gryffindor. I must say, things have been very quiet around here without Fred and George's antics, but their story is legendary. All of the new students wish they could have been here when Fred and George left the school.
I have to start preparing for my O.W.L.'s. I'm not too worried about them, really. I don't expect - or even intend - to be a record breaker like Hermione, but I do want to give a fair showing. All the teachers are getting us ready for them, and it's weird. I can't believe I've been at Hogwarts for so long. It's even harder to believe, and mum made a mention of this in her last letter, that there are only two Weasley children left at Hogwarts. She made another mention of grandchildren when she said when I graduate, all her babies will be grown up and she'll have no one to pack off to school anymore. Mum's been pretty emotional these days.
I am looking forward to Christmas, though Hermione is heading home for the holidays. Her parents have been missing her a lot lately. I would gather her mum is going through what my mum is, except Mrs. Granger doesn't see Hermione nearly as much as I see my mum. It'll be good for her to spend the holidays at home anyway. My suspicion, though Hermione has never said this, is that Mr. and Mrs. Granger feel out of touch. They are muggles, after all, and they probably don't really understand this world, or if they do they must feel out of place in it. I know I would.
The common room is pretty quiet tonight, though that might have something to do with the fact that it's near midnight and most everybody has gone to bed. Harry and Ron are down here, of course, catching up on their homework. They seem to be getting a little better at doing it on time. Not that I'm a saint. It's not like I do all my homework on time, it's just that I don't like to get bogged down by work.
I've been enjoying being on the Quidditch team so much! Gryffindor has already one the match against Slytherin, which is always the tensest. The game was pretty subdued, considering who we were playing against. I had to deal with some very rude comments from Draco Malfoy, but he's such a moron I try to ignore him. Wish I could say the same for Ron, who has to be held back every time Malfoy makes a comment either about me, but especially about Hermione. I wish they would just get together already! It's SO obvious my brother's in love with her! It's so frustrating!
Anyway, I'm going to end here, as I'm getting kinda tired. I'll write again tomorrow, with more of the musings of Ginny Weasley.
--Ginny
Chapter Twelve: The Musings of Ginny Weasley
Ginny sat in the common room in a big armchair by the fire. She had an empty journal sitting open in front of her. She hadn't kept a journal in years, too scared that she would become possessed by Voldemort and force some deep dark Hogwarts secret to resurface. However, she had a lot to say, and she intended to get it all down. She wrote her mother and asked for a journal purchased in a muggle shop, so she could be sure that it had no magical powers.
Still, she dipped her quill and wrote, "Is anybody there?" on the blank page. When, after a few minutes nothing happened she felt it safe to go on.
Dear Diary, she wrote (modeling it after a muggle thing she saw once),
I suppose it's about time that I wrote again. It's been a four year absence, and I do kind of miss pouring out my feelings onto the page. And believe me, I have A LOT to say. Let's see, where I am? I'm fifteen years old, a fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So far I've had two different boyfriends. Both relationships ended in mutual break ups. I guess I just haven't found the one. I told Hermione that the other day.
The thing is, I think I do know who "the one" is. As usual, the object of my affection is none other than Harry Potter. I used to think I liked him because he was famous, but it turns out that he's just a regular person. A regular, WONDERFUL person. I'm sure he thinks I've gone way past liking him into just seeing him as my big brother's best friend. He'd probably be mortified if he read this. Hell, I'D be mortified if he read this!
There's so much going on. My brother and Hermione keep going around in circles. I think they've both admitted that they like each other, they just haven't made the admission yet. We're hoping it happens soon because the tension is almost unbearable. I can't imagine what it must be like when they're ALONE. Mum wrote me a letter asking me to keep her informed if anything should happen between Ron and Hermione and she said she would love to have Hermione in the family. Mum's also complaining because Percy and Penelope aren't having a baby yet. I told mom to be patient. They've only been married a month! I'm sure they're not ready for children. though it might be nice to be Aunt Ginny.
Fred and George are doing well at the joke shop. They've told me that Lee Jordan has gotten a job as the official announcer for the Chudley Cannons, but he needs to be trained so he's not biased to the other team as he used to be when he announced the games for Gryffindor. I must say, things have been very quiet around here without Fred and George's antics, but their story is legendary. All of the new students wish they could have been here when Fred and George left the school.
I have to start preparing for my O.W.L.'s. I'm not too worried about them, really. I don't expect - or even intend - to be a record breaker like Hermione, but I do want to give a fair showing. All the teachers are getting us ready for them, and it's weird. I can't believe I've been at Hogwarts for so long. It's even harder to believe, and mum made a mention of this in her last letter, that there are only two Weasley children left at Hogwarts. She made another mention of grandchildren when she said when I graduate, all her babies will be grown up and she'll have no one to pack off to school anymore. Mum's been pretty emotional these days.
I am looking forward to Christmas, though Hermione is heading home for the holidays. Her parents have been missing her a lot lately. I would gather her mum is going through what my mum is, except Mrs. Granger doesn't see Hermione nearly as much as I see my mum. It'll be good for her to spend the holidays at home anyway. My suspicion, though Hermione has never said this, is that Mr. and Mrs. Granger feel out of touch. They are muggles, after all, and they probably don't really understand this world, or if they do they must feel out of place in it. I know I would.
The common room is pretty quiet tonight, though that might have something to do with the fact that it's near midnight and most everybody has gone to bed. Harry and Ron are down here, of course, catching up on their homework. They seem to be getting a little better at doing it on time. Not that I'm a saint. It's not like I do all my homework on time, it's just that I don't like to get bogged down by work.
I've been enjoying being on the Quidditch team so much! Gryffindor has already one the match against Slytherin, which is always the tensest. The game was pretty subdued, considering who we were playing against. I had to deal with some very rude comments from Draco Malfoy, but he's such a moron I try to ignore him. Wish I could say the same for Ron, who has to be held back every time Malfoy makes a comment either about me, but especially about Hermione. I wish they would just get together already! It's SO obvious my brother's in love with her! It's so frustrating!
Anyway, I'm going to end here, as I'm getting kinda tired. I'll write again tomorrow, with more of the musings of Ginny Weasley.
--Ginny