Ginny Weasley tapped her pencil lightly. She had been in the library for nearly an hour now and she still hadn't written anything the parchment that sat in front of her. She wanted to write something that spoke the truth, yet subtle. 'I have to admit, this is the area where I struggle at,' Ginny thought to herself. But when she thought that she perked up. 'I have an idea how!' Ginny began to scribble on the parchment.

Admit

I admit it.

I'm not perfect,

But I can be for you.

I admit it.

I have done wrong;

Done things I shouldnt've.

I admit it.

I'm not truthful all the time,

But lies I tell have reason.

I admit it.

I can be false at times,

But only when I have to.

I admit it.

I only do this for you,

So I can be the girl that you want.

She put the quill down and studied what she wrote. "This will have to do," she said outloud. She folded up the parchment and stuck in her notebook that was marked 'Images In Mind".