A/N: I think I got you guys spoiled on all the updates. I recieved one very...enthusiastic...email. It cracked me up to say the least. Well, here is your chapter, since I know most of you are skipping this thinking,"Screw you Rose, I'm getting to the reading." Don't have to be so rude about it... ; )
-Rose
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Dear Diary,
I had an all-around average day. Everything went fine. I was particularly nice to Nadine and Emily, much to Nicole's bewilderment. You see, Nicole and I are best friends, but we usually aren't more than polite to Nadine, Emily, and Iris. This is probably because my first year the other three girls thought I was a freak and the second they were all scared of me. That is, of course, except for Nicole. In my first year she befriended me immediately, for reasons totally unknown to me. She stuck by me when I was acting weird and stood up for me against anyone else. It seemed, in my third year, that Nadine and Emily decided I was friendly enough and stopped skirting around me all the time. We've even had quite a few friendly chats. But Iris never really warmed up... In first year she treated me like a slug, and in second she just plain hated me, I guess. Therefore, Nicole refuses to so much as ask Iris to pass the butter dish. (So when the twins still went here she'd have to ask one of them and many-a-remark was made. Apparently I will never live down the butter dish incident. It's like, part of who I am now. I hate them...) Nadine and Emily are best friends along with Iris. Nicole doesn't seem to mind that I've cast her out of their inner circle. Once, when I asked her if she regretted standing up for me for that reason, she answered with, "Ginny. Do you know me?! You think I want to sit around hearing mind-numbingly dull gossip that their lives revolve around; rating guys and putting on make up to look like a two dollar whore just for fun?! Are you feeling alright? Hit your head, did you?" I had laughed out-right at the honesty of it all. That was the best part about my best friend, she is very straight forward. Sometimes a little too much, but it's part of who she is and I love her for that. When everyone in our dorm is staying up late talking with one another, Nicole and I usually split up from the other three and sit on my bed with the curtains drawn. Sometimes we talk about anything and everything, other times we listen to what the others are saying and laugh at them. Not so much them as Iris. Iris is one of those girls that you just knew grew up in a house full of fashion magazines and wore her first pair of heels at the age of five. She's almost just the opposite of Nicole and I. But Nicole doesn't need loads of make up to make her beautiful. I've seen her sick with the flu and she still looked completely gorgeous. She wears mascara and a bit of blush here and there, eyeliner on special occasion; but really just goes off of natural beauty. I pretty much hate make up in general. The only thing I wear is mascara and that's because the other girls don't let me leave the dorm room without it. They're really just trying to help. But what they don't seem to realise is that it's no good. I'm not a person with a lot of self-confidence, I can tell you that right now. I mean, I know I'm not a troll. I think if I were compared to, say, Millecent Bulstrode, I'd come out looking better. Maybe even a few others. But I do know I'm not as pretty as Nicole, no matter what Emily and Nadine claim. I seriously do think they had one too many butter beers at that after party; strong or not. Maybe they both have a tiny bit of House Elf in them somewhere... Yes, I know the chances of both of them having any relation to House Elves are just about the same as Draco Malfoy professing his undying love to me at breakfast tomorrow; but hey, who knows. Maybe Draco has a thing for pale, lanky, freckled, red-heads with bad tempers. I just described Ron, didn't I? Gods, how alike are we?! Hey, maybe Hermione has a crush on me as well. Hehe. Good thing she's not still reading over my shoulder, she'd be veeerrry angry. Now Nicole just opened my curtains and she is reading over my shoulder. I see you there you know, Nicole. She lept away awful fast, goodness. Well, Nicole's waiting for me to go downstairs with her to the Great Hall for supper, I'll write more when something interesting happens. Okay, expect never to hear from me again in that case.
-Ginny
-Rose
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Dear Diary,
I had an all-around average day. Everything went fine. I was particularly nice to Nadine and Emily, much to Nicole's bewilderment. You see, Nicole and I are best friends, but we usually aren't more than polite to Nadine, Emily, and Iris. This is probably because my first year the other three girls thought I was a freak and the second they were all scared of me. That is, of course, except for Nicole. In my first year she befriended me immediately, for reasons totally unknown to me. She stuck by me when I was acting weird and stood up for me against anyone else. It seemed, in my third year, that Nadine and Emily decided I was friendly enough and stopped skirting around me all the time. We've even had quite a few friendly chats. But Iris never really warmed up... In first year she treated me like a slug, and in second she just plain hated me, I guess. Therefore, Nicole refuses to so much as ask Iris to pass the butter dish. (So when the twins still went here she'd have to ask one of them and many-a-remark was made. Apparently I will never live down the butter dish incident. It's like, part of who I am now. I hate them...) Nadine and Emily are best friends along with Iris. Nicole doesn't seem to mind that I've cast her out of their inner circle. Once, when I asked her if she regretted standing up for me for that reason, she answered with, "Ginny. Do you know me?! You think I want to sit around hearing mind-numbingly dull gossip that their lives revolve around; rating guys and putting on make up to look like a two dollar whore just for fun?! Are you feeling alright? Hit your head, did you?" I had laughed out-right at the honesty of it all. That was the best part about my best friend, she is very straight forward. Sometimes a little too much, but it's part of who she is and I love her for that. When everyone in our dorm is staying up late talking with one another, Nicole and I usually split up from the other three and sit on my bed with the curtains drawn. Sometimes we talk about anything and everything, other times we listen to what the others are saying and laugh at them. Not so much them as Iris. Iris is one of those girls that you just knew grew up in a house full of fashion magazines and wore her first pair of heels at the age of five. She's almost just the opposite of Nicole and I. But Nicole doesn't need loads of make up to make her beautiful. I've seen her sick with the flu and she still looked completely gorgeous. She wears mascara and a bit of blush here and there, eyeliner on special occasion; but really just goes off of natural beauty. I pretty much hate make up in general. The only thing I wear is mascara and that's because the other girls don't let me leave the dorm room without it. They're really just trying to help. But what they don't seem to realise is that it's no good. I'm not a person with a lot of self-confidence, I can tell you that right now. I mean, I know I'm not a troll. I think if I were compared to, say, Millecent Bulstrode, I'd come out looking better. Maybe even a few others. But I do know I'm not as pretty as Nicole, no matter what Emily and Nadine claim. I seriously do think they had one too many butter beers at that after party; strong or not. Maybe they both have a tiny bit of House Elf in them somewhere... Yes, I know the chances of both of them having any relation to House Elves are just about the same as Draco Malfoy professing his undying love to me at breakfast tomorrow; but hey, who knows. Maybe Draco has a thing for pale, lanky, freckled, red-heads with bad tempers. I just described Ron, didn't I? Gods, how alike are we?! Hey, maybe Hermione has a crush on me as well. Hehe. Good thing she's not still reading over my shoulder, she'd be veeerrry angry. Now Nicole just opened my curtains and she is reading over my shoulder. I see you there you know, Nicole. She lept away awful fast, goodness. Well, Nicole's waiting for me to go downstairs with her to the Great Hall for supper, I'll write more when something interesting happens. Okay, expect never to hear from me again in that case.
-Ginny