September 17…Harry's Quidditch Practice
Dear Luke,
I saw her today Flying. She dropped by to try her hand on being a Chaser. As what I've heard, she really wants to be on the team due to personal reasons. Aside from Harry and I being on the team and she wants to join in, I couldn't see another apparent reason.
I must say, without being biased, she's good! While up in the air, she waved at me with a smile. I melted inside. All I could do is smile back. Former Quidditch captain Oliver Wood was there too. Dumbledore had him over because…well (…What?) …He proposed marriage to his great-grandchild Mafalda Lizberth. He was here too, watching and complaining about the other 'pathetic' wannabes. I must agree. One boy couldn't even one-hand hold his broom and the Quaffle always drops. One Keeper wannabe mistook a Bludger for a Quaffle.
I am alone for a while up in the stands. Luke, I still feel that someone is watching me. (…Does a black dog count, Ron? Ain't that Snuffles?) Oh hi Sirius, I mean Snuffles! Well, I didn't mean to write that! Writero Era— (…Ron's spell erased the dialogue and the rest of the magic words. Then he abruptly shut me closed. Hmm…this seems to be eternity! Alas!…) There, Snuffles just wanted to talk to Harry this night. I told him that he'll be just in the common room until 11pm. Sirius Black is Harry's godfather. He has taken the fatherly image to Harry since our third year. (Oh he shut me again! What now?) Sorry about that. Oliver and Mafalda flew this way.
Ah, Hermione got into the team! So she's a Chaser. I get to see her every night, every practice, and share every victory we get! Maybe on that time, I could get the chance to tell her that… (here we go again) I love her.
Later,
Ron
DIARY'S POV
Ron should not be writing in a very public place. See, a Quidditch recruitment session, Animagus watching his godson, and two lovebirds flying to the stands. But all I can say right now is, Ron is an absolute hopeless romantic.