August 1st—3:04 pm

"…And so Wendelin the Weird is recognized and remembered as one of the strangest wizards in Wizard History."

BORING! Why do I care about some bloke names Wendy the Weird? Why am I reading a dopey History book when my brothers are playing Quidditch? That is totally not fair. Which is why I stopped reading and started writing in my new diary—this diary.

I guess I should start from the beginning—who I am, etc., etc.

Well my dear diary, I am Ginevra Molly Weasley, a.k.a Ginny Weasley, a.k.a the youngest and only daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley, a.k.a the person who has six older brothers and not even one of them has even half as much brain as I do. Well, maybe Bill does have some brains…still! Not as much as I do!

Now, how about some history about the said smart person.

I am 15 years old, turning 16 in like (1, 2, 3…oh yeah!) 18 days. That's right. My birthday is on August 19. And I am about to start my sixth year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Some yadda yadda about Hogwarts here. So naturally, I am a witch.

You know, I don't know why I am writing all this stuff in here. I know this is a new diary and all, but no one's gonna read it right?

Hey! If you are reading this, GO AWAY! Have you ever heard of privacy?!? I'll call the WIP (Wizarding Institution of Police) because you are violating a privacy law! Not afraid of the WIP, eh? Then I'll call Tonks, my Auror friend, cuz you're being a Dark Wizard right now! Not afraid of that either? Then you're going to have to face the most powerful weapon on Earth—my Bat Bogey Hex!!! MUAH HAHAHA HAAA!! You deserve it!

Ok, ok, maybe I'm overacting. A little. Alright! No need to be so cross, diary, I am overreacting a lot.

But you should know why I'm overreacting like this. See, during my first year at Hogwarts, I used to write in a diary too. But unfortunately, that diary was infected by Tom-Riddle-itis a.k.a You-Know-Who. So naturally, he took over and possessed me, and shudder made me open the Chamber of Secrets. And then Harry Potter came as my Knight in Shining Armor (minus the shining armor) and saved me. And since then, I have liked him. No, I liked him since before. I liked him when my Mum first told me about him. But then, I fell in love with him. But I'm getting sidetracked.

Anywha, that's the terrible story of me, myself, and I. And if you're wondering why I bought another diary, (God knows that that experience is enough for me to be scared of diaries forever!).I bought this is a Muggle store which was called…what was it called? I think something along the lines of "Office to the Max" or something. Whatever. Leave it to the Muggles to come up with the stupidest names and ideas.

Anywha, lemme tell you about my morning. It was…interesting.

Alright, I woke up at like 11:30, as usual. I went to the bathroom to take a long, nice shower, like I usually do. So I walked to the bathroom, taking only a towel (I didn't take my robe because it was too heavy for me in the morning). I love my towel. It's a lavender-ish, purple-ish color, and smells of flowers. Its bewitched so it smells like a different flower every day. Today it smelled like jasmine, this Asian flower. Yesterday it smelled like roses. I love roses, especially pale pink ones…anywha. Lets not get distracted here.

I walked into the bathroom (that's like the fifth time I'm writing that) with my towel. I squeezed some toothpaste onto my toothbrush, and…you know the routine. Then, I hung my towel on this rod and went into the tub. I guess I should have paid more attention to what I was doing. Because after my shower (a really refreshing one, might I add) I turned to grab my towel, when I realized that it was missing! So, me being the emotional twit I am, I became hysterical! The rod I hanged my towel on must have been the Laundry—Stick. It's this bewitched rod that sticks out from the wall, and you put your dirty laundry on it, and it magically transports them into the laundry chamber in our house. Which means my towel is being washed right now! Which means I have no way of getting out of the loo (unless I have to go naked, which has possibility).

And so, I panicked for a while. Then I realized I could just yell for my Mum to bring me another towel. Yeah, I know, that was a really obvious thing to do. But see, my mind is closed when it's in Panic Mode. And right then, my mind was in a full-fledged panic mode.

So, anyway, I yelled for my Mum.

"Mum!! Hey Mum!" Response came after I said that like 20 times.

"What now, Ginny? I'm busy. And will you stop yelling like that?"

"Sorry, mum. But I forgot my towel, so could you please get me another one?"

"Yes, Ginny dear. Your towel will be there in a minute!" she yelled back. I sighed with relief. Atleast I didn't have to walk naked now.

I sat there for a while. You know, I was so bored that I even sang! Yup, I, Virginia Anne Weasley, sang! Oh, I see you aren't all that surprised. See, I'm a really really bad singer. I sing so off-note that even Fred and George can sing better than me! Anywha, I sat in the bathroom for like 10 minutes. (seemed like 10 hours really)

Then came a knock on my door. I was all like "Finally!" and stuff, and I opened the door.

Well, guess what? I was initially gonna open the door a little, peek out, and put a hand outside for my mum to hand me my towel. But, in my excitement, I threw open the door to see who?

NONE OTHER THAN MR. HARRY POTTER, THE FRICKIN' BOY-WHO-LIVED! None other than the guy whom I've tried to avoid for the past two years! Yup, he was holding my towel out for me with one hand, and closed his eyes with the other. I was so surprised to see him that I lost my voice. I just stood there, staring stupidly at him (forgetting I was naked...me and my stupidness). And he just stood there blinding his eyes.

Well, fortunately for me, he cleared his throat and that shook me out of my stupor. I screamed like hell and banged the bathroom door on Harry's face. I don't know what happened out there, but I heard him yell and the next thing, he was running away. I opened the door, and sneaked outside. No one was there. So I grabbed my towel (which he dropped while running away, I think) really fast and shut the door just as quickly. And then--I fainted.

Well, not fainted fainted, but i sort of collapsed down while still being concious. You're probably like 'what's the big deal? He didn't see you naked. He had his eyes closed!' or something. I'll tell you what's the big deal.

1--- Harry Potter is not supposed to be here. I have no freakin' clue how the hell he got here.

2---I've been trying to get over him for the past two years, when I started dating Michael Corner. But no! He just has to come back and make me fall for him all over again.

3---Everyone thinks I'm over him because I've dated other people. No, I'm not over him. I never was. I just gave up on him. WHICH IS WHY I HATE HIM!

Oh wait! Someone's calling me. Sounds like Hermione. Is she here? How did she get here? How did Hary get here? Aaaaaaaaah! It's too confusing! What is? I don't know. That's what I wanna find out! So tell me! You're a diary. Diaries don't talk. Except for bewitched ones. Eight?

Yes, I'm coming Hermione. (I think it's her)

You know, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten anything today.

My hand hurts from writing so much!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!