July 17, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Well, to pick up where I left off last night, my shower was rather relaxing. That is, of course, before an ugly old ghoul decided to pop itself out of the shower drain and scare the living crap out of me.
I screamed bloody murder, like any normal nearly-fourteen-year-old girl would do if something suddenly made its appearance while you wear taking a shower. But I cut my scream short, realizing that in about fifteen seconds, half of the Order was going to come bounding into the bathroom, while I was standing there, soaking wet and stark naked.
Sure enough, I heard footsteps sounding heavily outside the door. At first, I thought it was Hermione, but instead I heard a rough voice say:
"Ginny, you all right in there?"
It was Sirius! I clutched the shower curtain around my body, but after ten seconds, nothing happened, so I hollered over the water that a ghoul had just frightened me, that was all.
"Okay, then. We'll figure it out in the morning."
And then he left.
So, this morning at breakfast, Sirius mentioned the ghoul in the bathroom to Mum while she was making Ron, who had woken up very late, some toast and eggs. She said that she would investigate the shower after today's Order meeting (which is still going on, by the way, and it's nearly four in the afternoon). Now I'm dead afraid to go to the bathroom on the second floor, and so is Hermione, so we're using the one on the third floor until the ghoul is taken care of.
Speaking of the Order meeting, none of us has any clue what they're talking about downstairs in the kitchen. Mum's gone and put some sort of charm on the door, and now the Extendable Ears can't get through the space between the floor and the door. And it seems that everyone's whispering; usually, the members are shouting back and forth to each other, so we can figure out what they're doing anyway, without the help of the Ears. But today, there isn't a single sound from the kitchen, and, I must admit, it's unnerving me quite a bit.
Hermione told me this morning that she and Ron haven't heard from Harry. I told her that Ron just wrote to him last night, but she still seemed worried. Obviously, Harry replies to his letters fairly quickly, and they would have gotten replies by now. Hermione reported this to Mum, who said she would mention it to the Order once the meeting started.
Oh, I almost forgot! I received, finally, a letter from Colin Creevey this afternoon, just before lunch. He said that he couldn't reply to my letter a few days ago because his family has just recently gone on vacation in Scotland. He sent me some of the pictures he took from his Muggle hotel room. They're absolutely beautiful. There's also a picture of a Muggle television, with an attached note that says, "I think your dad should find this one interesting. –Colin". I'm not sure if I really should show that picture to Dad. He might have an excitement attack and faint.
So, anyway, I'm sitting here in my room, alone, because Hermione's gone off (again!) to visit Ron. Honestly, I don't know WHAT those two talk about all the time, but they better start snogging, or I'll just have to lock them in a closet until they do.
We've just finished cleaning the "good" portraits in the second floor hallway. Sirius and Mum came out of the meeting, instructing us which portraits to take down, and which ones to keep. Sirius wanted to get rid of all of them, but Mum said that a few of them were rather polite and deserved to stay hanging in the halls of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Sirius walked away muttering about how he just wanted his "hag of a mother off of these damn walls".
I actually had a rather lengthy conversation with one of the portraits I was cleaning. The portrait was of a beautiful young woman with long, black curls and the same gray eyes that Sirius has. She told me that her name was Araminta, and she chatted happily about the dress she was wearing while I scrubbed the frame around her portrait clean. It was only when she started talking about making Muggle-hunting legal that I hung her back on the wall and decided to help Hermione tackle a rather stubborn portrait calling himself, "The King of Black".
Ah, Hermione's just returned from our dear Ronald's room. Her face looks a little pink, and she isn't speaking to me in coherent sentences. My, my, what have we here? Hah. Can't you just tell that I'm loving every second of this?
I asked Fred when he thinks we're going to be allowed to go to Diagon Alley, but he says he doesn't know. I'm in a desperate need of ink, and I'm going to need some soon if I want to keep writing in this journal.
Oh, god. I really am low on ink. And Hermione's left the room again.
Goodnight! Hopefully I'll find some ink before morning.
-Ginny
:Gasp: Will Ginny find ink before tomorrow? The only way to find out is to check back for the next update tomorrow!
Once again, I'd like to thank all of my fantastic reviewers. I think the review count is around 120: Looks up at the screen: Yep, it is 120! Thanks so much you guys! I don't really have time to thank everyone personally, but I really appreciate all the feedback, even if it's just a "Wow, great chapter, and update soon!" It really means a lot to me!
Well…on a much less brighter note…
I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOO mad at my mother.
Why?
SHE WON'T LET ME READ HALF-BLOOD PRINCE!
Yes, yes, I can hear the collective gasps now. I got the book yesterday at around ten in the morning, and I decided to let it sit for a few hours, because I can't read when I'm excited, and I was OVER THE TOP ECSTATIC. So I updated hear and it was around three o' clock when I started reading HBP in my living room.
I got up to around chapter twelve or so, and I started rubbing my eyes, because they tend to hurt if I read for long periods of time without stopping. Well, Mom saw me do that, and she snatched the book away from me, saying, "You're reading too much. I'm taking you to the eye doctor today."
So, apparently, I need glasses. But now my mom won't even let me TOUCH the HBP book! I did manage to flip to the end, because I probably won't be able to read the book for another two weeks (yes, yes, it's sad, but true). So I know who died, and who killed that person, as well as a few tidbits. But I still don't know the entire story, so please don't give away any spoilers in your reviews!
Now, my father is reading HBP in the living room, and he's almost done with it. He keeps telling me that he can just tell me all of the spoilers, but I want to read it all for myself. I already ruined it for myself by looking ahead, but I just couldn't help it!
:Sigh:.
So…how did you like this chapter? I remember J.K. Rowling saying somewhere that Ginny and Colin Creevey are rather close, so I tried to include that little bit in there. Tell me how I did!
Thanks for reading, and please review(!)
-Rox
