From the Heart of…Ronald Weasley

Hello thing that I write 'private feelings' in!

Well, Mum calls them private feelings. I guess she means secrets…I'm not sure, though. Is that what Mother's were put on the earth for? I mean to annoy their children with weird sayings. I don't know. Maybe I just have a weird way of thinking. Who knows?

Hermione's bearing down on us ultra hard for our Charms test tomorrow. I told her I was going to sleep so I could be awake enough for the test tomorrow. That's the only way she leaves us alone the night before a test. I don't mind her all too much, though. She's loyal. Not like a dog. Like a…well, like a girl I guess. She can put up with us, though. Not many people can do that. I don't have to tell you this! If you don't know already, you must be pretty thick! I like her! Come on! You HAVE to be able to see through me!

It's Fred and George's last year. I'll be the oldest Weasley at Hogwarts next year! Finally! Ginny doesn't bother me. She's my only little sister. I remember one time we all braided her hair. Mine and Percy's braid was perfect. Fred and George's was pitiful! Pieces stuck out all over the place. We told them they had to try again, so they just made her look like Pippi Longstocking. Yeah, that's the name. Hermione showed me pictures from some muggle storybook she had when she was little. It's at the bottom of her trunk.

Oh Lord! Fred and George and Lee are making something throw sparks and make noise. I'd better go see what it is. Hopefully they didn't 'rescue' any more lizards!

The person that's weird enough to write his 'private feelings' in this thing,

Ron