A/N: You know what's cool about ff.net? I can see who's got me on Author
Alerts and know who reads but doesn't review...Sniffle, I feel so cheated on
;D Well anyway, the reason it's been awhile is because I've written this
story all the way to the very end. Eight chapters in two months! My
record! Which is very sad...But yes, I'll try and upload a chapter once a
week.
Disclaimer: All the characters and. . .um, stuff, belongs to that woman who invented the Harry Potter series.
~ Mon., November 10 ~
Hmm...Should be doing work right now...But am not. Nothing else is new. Huh. My job is so boring. My life is so boring –
Aak. Stupid paper airplane memos. Whenever they come into my office, they always seem to aim straight for my head.
Ooh. Alicia wants to see me. Must be about my column! Ooh I can't wait!
~ 9: 45 A.M. ~
I love my job! I love my boss! I love my life!
When I went into Alicia's office, she was all smiling. "Ginny, remember how you asked me about your advice column last week?"
Remember? How could I forget?!
"Yes, well we don't exactly have any space for a column in Teen Witch at the moment..."
This was the part where I got upset. What was she doing leading me on, smiling, if she wasn't going to give me the column? Did she take pleasure in other people's pain? Maniacal bitch. I almost said that out loud.
"Oh," I said instead, speaking slowly so as not to say something I'd regret (see the "maniacal bitch" part). "Well – well then, I'll just get back to work. Lots to do! Very busy!" I said in a falsely cheery voice.
"Wait, I'm not finished, Ginny," Alicia said, still smiling. What, is she going to fire me today too?
"Ginny," she continued, over my train of thought, "remember how I was helping to fill a space in the Daily Prophet?"
"Yes..."
Alicia was still smiling. My god, for someone so angry all the time, when she's in a good mood she looks like she slept with a clothes hanger in her mouth. "Ginny! The Daily Prophet!"
"Yeah..." I still did not see where this was going to.
"I talked to my friend in the Entertainment and Life section! They have space for you in the Daily Prophet! They're giving you a column!"
And that's when it sunk in. "The Daily Prophet?" It felt like my heart skipped a beat. "They did? Really?" So that's why she was smiling.
"I know! I told them about how you helped me, and they read some of your work of course, and they need to fill the space anyway, and – oh it's just so great! One of the writers even said they had a friend or a second cousin or something that you advised once!"
"Did I really? Who?"
"Oh, I don't know, Billy-Jo, Billy-Bob, who cares!" Alicia was standing up now, she looked so excited. "You've got a column with the Daily Prophet now!"
I couldn't help it now. I was jumping up and down like a schoolgirl. "The Daily Prophet! I can't believe it! A newspaper! That actual people read, not just stupid teenagers who only care about celebrities!"
Alicia stopped jumping. "What?"
"Um...The Daily Prophet! Yay!" I gave her a hug and hopped out of her office.
Gosh, I just can't believe it! The Daily Prophet! THE DAILY PROPHET!!! Who would have thought it, really? Me, Ginny Weasley! Journalist for a silly teen magazine...and now...reporter for The Daily Prophet!
Well, not exactly a reporter. At least not yet!
And the best part is (besides double the income – my Teen Witch job plus Daily Prophet) I get to do something I actually like! I'm getting paid for my hobby!
I'm sure I can put up with this Teen Witch job, because with my column holding me over, everything will be just so much better!
I just have to tell everyone!
~ 11: 38 P.M. ~
OK. I've just finished telling everyone about my new job! And now I've got a date for Friday night!
Well. I didn't tell everyone. The first person I told was Harry, since he gave me the idea originally.
Actually, Harry's more like the fifth person. Because I told my parents first. And Charlie and George, because they were there. I might have told a few more of my brothers also, I don't quite recall....
But anyway. Not important. So I went over to Harry's house, and started knocking on the door. "Harry, Harry, guess what, guess what!"
"Hold on, I'm coming." I could hear him unlocking the door, and god, it was taking him forever. I mean, this is what wands are for.
"Hurry up, Harry!" I shouted through the door. "I've got something to tell you –"
The door was thrown open, and I couldn't help but giggle. There was the famous Harry Potter, standing there proudly in his pajamas!
"What?" he said then looked down. "Oh." He rolled his eyes, but laughed too. I suppose it isn't a big deal, it's not particularly embarrassing or anything. Just. . .funny. It was pretty early, too...So much for a wild, bachelor lifestyle.
"So what is it you wanted to tell me?" he said, which led me to immediately stop laughing.
"I got the column!" I exclaimed, jumping up and down (I had been doing that all day). "The column that you told me to start! And you'll never guess where it's in!"
"Um...Teen Witch?" he guessed. "I thought that would have been a given."
"No! Even better! The Daily Prophet!"
"That's great, Ginny! How did that happen?"
"Oh, it's just so wonderful, Alicia has a friend or a cousin? Hmm, well she knows somebody at The Prophet, who works in the Life section, and had a space for me and – oh it's just so exciting!" I jumped up and hugged him. "Thanks so much, Harry, if it wasn't for you, well I would never have had the idea for an advice column, oh thank you so much!" I said into his pajama shirt.
"No problem," he said, patting my head a little awkwardly, I could tell. "It's really all you, you know, you're very good at all that love stuff."
I beamed at him, finally letting go of his neck, and saw him blushing like mad. I laughed again. He always gets so embarrassed around girls still!
"Well, must dash, Harry, more people to tell!" I was about to reach for the door handle, but he stopped me.
"Wait," he said, stopping my hand. "We should celebrate. Do you want to have dinner? Say, Friday night?"
I smiled. I haven't had dinner out in a long time. "That sounds lovely, Harry."
"I'll see you at seven?"
"Or how about seven-thirty?"
"Works for me."
"Okay," I said. "See you Friday!" I Disapparated happily out.
OK, so my date on Friday isn't exactly a date. But it can sound like a date when I let it slip to Lavender that I'm having a night out. She needn't know who it's with.
~ Wed., Nov. 12 ~
The advert for my new column was in today's paper! It's so exciting!
Coming soon to the Life/Entertainment Section
Madam Match!
Have love troubles?
Madam Match is the advice expert in matters of the heart.
Send your owls to Madam Match!
Isn't that amazing? They call me Madam Match! It makes me sound so wise, doesn't it?
~ 10: 29 A.M. ~
Ooh! I've already got an owl! Gosh, this is going to be great!
"Dear Madam Match. I am in quite a predicament. I have been having an affair behind my husband's back with a wonderful, brilliant man. However, I have just found out that my husband is also having an affair -- but with another man! I'm not sure whether this means he is a bisexual or a homosexual, but it is not even the worse part. The lover of my husband turns out to be the brother of – "
OH MY LORD! Are all my letters going to be like this??!!
Oh. Pooh. I just flipped the letter over. It's from Fred, as a prank.
~ 1: 24 P.M. ~
So far no letters, besides Fred's terribly disturbing one.
Wait, an owl's coming by!
Oh no. It's gone over to Emma Worth's window. Hope it eats her stupid pink cardigan.
Ooh! Here comes another owl!
Durr. It's only an advert. God, if I wanted to buy a new set of robes, wouldn't I go out and just buy it myself?! I don't need a reminder!
~ 1: 27 P.M. ~
Although now that I think of it, a new dress robe or something couldn't hurt. There are probably loads of writing awards I could win someday. And the ceremonies would probably be real fancy. I should get prepared.
~ 6: 47 P.M. ~
Aah. That was fun. Shopping should be an official sport. It wouldn't be as popular as Quidditch, but it's something I could go pro at.
Well I bought some nice robes, one slightly dressy. And I bought a little something out in Muggle London and Soho, a nice dress. I think I'll wear it on Friday with Harry.
Wow, it looks like lots of post has arrived! Wow, sent right to my flat! I suppose they want me to start working right now!
Let's hope these letters aren't as atrocious as Fred's.
"Dear Madam Match. I have an unrequited love and –"
Hmm. That's a bit boring. There are so many in the pile, I'm sure it might be fine to chuck that one for now. If they really need help, I can write back to them later. Right now, my column needs an interesting start.
"Dear Madam Match. I fell in love years ago, and I was happier than I ever thought I could be. But then in one night, the person I loved was taken away from me. It's been ten years since then, but I can't seem to move on. I've tried dating others, but all I can think of is him. I feel guilty, like I'm trying to replace him. How can I forget about him? Signed, Trying to Move On."
Oh. That's so sad! Gosh, how am I supposed to do this? Hmm.
Dear Trying. It's sad, what you had to go through with, and understandable how you'd be feeling guilty. However, don't think of it as trying to replace or forget about him. After all, I'm sure you could never really do that. You shouldn't force yourself to look for other loves because when the right one comes along, you'll know it. And I'm sure your loved one would want you to be happy.
Hmm. I think that's good.
"Dear Madam Match. I've been with my husband for several years, ever since I got out of school. I love him very much, but when he is upset, he becomes abusive. He really is of a sweet disposition, and I don't want to leave him. We have a comfortable life and a child together. But could there be something better for me? Signed, Dependent."
Ooh. Interesting. Gosh, I wonder if I know any of these people! Because they don't know it's me, do they?
Dear Dependent. Are you sure you don't want to leave him? Maybe you are just too afraid to. Maybe you should start being independent. If your child's and your safety is endangered, you should certainly try to get help. You shouldn't have to rely on and put up with abuse from your husband.
You know what? I think I'm going to be really good at this.
A/N: Aah, the end is near :'( well at least I hope it is. I feel like I've dragged you all on much too long.
Disclaimer: All the characters and. . .um, stuff, belongs to that woman who invented the Harry Potter series.
~ Mon., November 10 ~
Hmm...Should be doing work right now...But am not. Nothing else is new. Huh. My job is so boring. My life is so boring –
Aak. Stupid paper airplane memos. Whenever they come into my office, they always seem to aim straight for my head.
Ooh. Alicia wants to see me. Must be about my column! Ooh I can't wait!
~ 9: 45 A.M. ~
I love my job! I love my boss! I love my life!
When I went into Alicia's office, she was all smiling. "Ginny, remember how you asked me about your advice column last week?"
Remember? How could I forget?!
"Yes, well we don't exactly have any space for a column in Teen Witch at the moment..."
This was the part where I got upset. What was she doing leading me on, smiling, if she wasn't going to give me the column? Did she take pleasure in other people's pain? Maniacal bitch. I almost said that out loud.
"Oh," I said instead, speaking slowly so as not to say something I'd regret (see the "maniacal bitch" part). "Well – well then, I'll just get back to work. Lots to do! Very busy!" I said in a falsely cheery voice.
"Wait, I'm not finished, Ginny," Alicia said, still smiling. What, is she going to fire me today too?
"Ginny," she continued, over my train of thought, "remember how I was helping to fill a space in the Daily Prophet?"
"Yes..."
Alicia was still smiling. My god, for someone so angry all the time, when she's in a good mood she looks like she slept with a clothes hanger in her mouth. "Ginny! The Daily Prophet!"
"Yeah..." I still did not see where this was going to.
"I talked to my friend in the Entertainment and Life section! They have space for you in the Daily Prophet! They're giving you a column!"
And that's when it sunk in. "The Daily Prophet?" It felt like my heart skipped a beat. "They did? Really?" So that's why she was smiling.
"I know! I told them about how you helped me, and they read some of your work of course, and they need to fill the space anyway, and – oh it's just so great! One of the writers even said they had a friend or a second cousin or something that you advised once!"
"Did I really? Who?"
"Oh, I don't know, Billy-Jo, Billy-Bob, who cares!" Alicia was standing up now, she looked so excited. "You've got a column with the Daily Prophet now!"
I couldn't help it now. I was jumping up and down like a schoolgirl. "The Daily Prophet! I can't believe it! A newspaper! That actual people read, not just stupid teenagers who only care about celebrities!"
Alicia stopped jumping. "What?"
"Um...The Daily Prophet! Yay!" I gave her a hug and hopped out of her office.
Gosh, I just can't believe it! The Daily Prophet! THE DAILY PROPHET!!! Who would have thought it, really? Me, Ginny Weasley! Journalist for a silly teen magazine...and now...reporter for The Daily Prophet!
Well, not exactly a reporter. At least not yet!
And the best part is (besides double the income – my Teen Witch job plus Daily Prophet) I get to do something I actually like! I'm getting paid for my hobby!
I'm sure I can put up with this Teen Witch job, because with my column holding me over, everything will be just so much better!
I just have to tell everyone!
~ 11: 38 P.M. ~
OK. I've just finished telling everyone about my new job! And now I've got a date for Friday night!
Well. I didn't tell everyone. The first person I told was Harry, since he gave me the idea originally.
Actually, Harry's more like the fifth person. Because I told my parents first. And Charlie and George, because they were there. I might have told a few more of my brothers also, I don't quite recall....
But anyway. Not important. So I went over to Harry's house, and started knocking on the door. "Harry, Harry, guess what, guess what!"
"Hold on, I'm coming." I could hear him unlocking the door, and god, it was taking him forever. I mean, this is what wands are for.
"Hurry up, Harry!" I shouted through the door. "I've got something to tell you –"
The door was thrown open, and I couldn't help but giggle. There was the famous Harry Potter, standing there proudly in his pajamas!
"What?" he said then looked down. "Oh." He rolled his eyes, but laughed too. I suppose it isn't a big deal, it's not particularly embarrassing or anything. Just. . .funny. It was pretty early, too...So much for a wild, bachelor lifestyle.
"So what is it you wanted to tell me?" he said, which led me to immediately stop laughing.
"I got the column!" I exclaimed, jumping up and down (I had been doing that all day). "The column that you told me to start! And you'll never guess where it's in!"
"Um...Teen Witch?" he guessed. "I thought that would have been a given."
"No! Even better! The Daily Prophet!"
"That's great, Ginny! How did that happen?"
"Oh, it's just so wonderful, Alicia has a friend or a cousin? Hmm, well she knows somebody at The Prophet, who works in the Life section, and had a space for me and – oh it's just so exciting!" I jumped up and hugged him. "Thanks so much, Harry, if it wasn't for you, well I would never have had the idea for an advice column, oh thank you so much!" I said into his pajama shirt.
"No problem," he said, patting my head a little awkwardly, I could tell. "It's really all you, you know, you're very good at all that love stuff."
I beamed at him, finally letting go of his neck, and saw him blushing like mad. I laughed again. He always gets so embarrassed around girls still!
"Well, must dash, Harry, more people to tell!" I was about to reach for the door handle, but he stopped me.
"Wait," he said, stopping my hand. "We should celebrate. Do you want to have dinner? Say, Friday night?"
I smiled. I haven't had dinner out in a long time. "That sounds lovely, Harry."
"I'll see you at seven?"
"Or how about seven-thirty?"
"Works for me."
"Okay," I said. "See you Friday!" I Disapparated happily out.
OK, so my date on Friday isn't exactly a date. But it can sound like a date when I let it slip to Lavender that I'm having a night out. She needn't know who it's with.
~ Wed., Nov. 12 ~
The advert for my new column was in today's paper! It's so exciting!
Coming soon to the Life/Entertainment Section
Madam Match!
Have love troubles?
Madam Match is the advice expert in matters of the heart.
Send your owls to Madam Match!
Isn't that amazing? They call me Madam Match! It makes me sound so wise, doesn't it?
~ 10: 29 A.M. ~
Ooh! I've already got an owl! Gosh, this is going to be great!
"Dear Madam Match. I am in quite a predicament. I have been having an affair behind my husband's back with a wonderful, brilliant man. However, I have just found out that my husband is also having an affair -- but with another man! I'm not sure whether this means he is a bisexual or a homosexual, but it is not even the worse part. The lover of my husband turns out to be the brother of – "
OH MY LORD! Are all my letters going to be like this??!!
Oh. Pooh. I just flipped the letter over. It's from Fred, as a prank.
~ 1: 24 P.M. ~
So far no letters, besides Fred's terribly disturbing one.
Wait, an owl's coming by!
Oh no. It's gone over to Emma Worth's window. Hope it eats her stupid pink cardigan.
Ooh! Here comes another owl!
Durr. It's only an advert. God, if I wanted to buy a new set of robes, wouldn't I go out and just buy it myself?! I don't need a reminder!
~ 1: 27 P.M. ~
Although now that I think of it, a new dress robe or something couldn't hurt. There are probably loads of writing awards I could win someday. And the ceremonies would probably be real fancy. I should get prepared.
~ 6: 47 P.M. ~
Aah. That was fun. Shopping should be an official sport. It wouldn't be as popular as Quidditch, but it's something I could go pro at.
Well I bought some nice robes, one slightly dressy. And I bought a little something out in Muggle London and Soho, a nice dress. I think I'll wear it on Friday with Harry.
Wow, it looks like lots of post has arrived! Wow, sent right to my flat! I suppose they want me to start working right now!
Let's hope these letters aren't as atrocious as Fred's.
"Dear Madam Match. I have an unrequited love and –"
Hmm. That's a bit boring. There are so many in the pile, I'm sure it might be fine to chuck that one for now. If they really need help, I can write back to them later. Right now, my column needs an interesting start.
"Dear Madam Match. I fell in love years ago, and I was happier than I ever thought I could be. But then in one night, the person I loved was taken away from me. It's been ten years since then, but I can't seem to move on. I've tried dating others, but all I can think of is him. I feel guilty, like I'm trying to replace him. How can I forget about him? Signed, Trying to Move On."
Oh. That's so sad! Gosh, how am I supposed to do this? Hmm.
Dear Trying. It's sad, what you had to go through with, and understandable how you'd be feeling guilty. However, don't think of it as trying to replace or forget about him. After all, I'm sure you could never really do that. You shouldn't force yourself to look for other loves because when the right one comes along, you'll know it. And I'm sure your loved one would want you to be happy.
Hmm. I think that's good.
"Dear Madam Match. I've been with my husband for several years, ever since I got out of school. I love him very much, but when he is upset, he becomes abusive. He really is of a sweet disposition, and I don't want to leave him. We have a comfortable life and a child together. But could there be something better for me? Signed, Dependent."
Ooh. Interesting. Gosh, I wonder if I know any of these people! Because they don't know it's me, do they?
Dear Dependent. Are you sure you don't want to leave him? Maybe you are just too afraid to. Maybe you should start being independent. If your child's and your safety is endangered, you should certainly try to get help. You shouldn't have to rely on and put up with abuse from your husband.
You know what? I think I'm going to be really good at this.
A/N: Aah, the end is near :'( well at least I hope it is. I feel like I've dragged you all on much too long.