July 25, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Hermione told me this morning that she and Ron have asked Professor Lupin if he can go to Hogsmeade and get some candy from Honeyduke's for Harry's birthday present. When she went downstairs with Ron to give Professor Lupin the money, I had the strongest urge to chip in a few of my own Knuts, but I stopped myself.
Mum has finally decided that we've done enough cleaning for a while. It's about time! After the summer is over, I probably won't see this house again. I'll be spending Christmas at the Burrow, I suppose, and things will get back to normal…I hope.
I am utterly bored now that I don't have cleaning to look forward to everyday. Hermione, Ron, and I went to visit Buckbeak after breakfast, but he was sound asleep in the corner of Sirius's mum's bedroom, and Sirius advised that we don't disturb him for a while.
There's an Order meeting going on downstairs as I speak, and Fred and George are probably hovering over the staircase, trying to overhear something decent. I'm getting rather bored of all of the Order meetings because all they ever talk about is Harry, the Ministry, and "guard duty". I know the entire story like the back of my hand.
You'd think that living in headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix would be much more exciting than sitting around all day, cleaning an old house and listening to an insane house elf insult you underneath his breath.
Speaking of Kreacher, I forgot to lock the door to my bedroom last night, and Kreacher wandered in at three in the morning again. Hermione managed to sleep through it, but I was scared so much I thought I might jump out of my skin. I don't even think Kreacher realized I was in there. He just kept muttering about the Dark Lord until I gave him a gentle nudge and closed the door tightly behind his wrinkled self.
I won't dare tell Hermione. She'll probably tell me that I should have invited him in for an early tea or some rubbish story like that. She's been trying to get me to wear a S.P.E.W. badge around the house, but I outright refuse to support something as old, rude, and ugly as Kreacher the elf.
There's really nothing to write about in this journal anymore, since the cleaning's near done and nothing really exciting has happened with the Order, and I really don't want to fill this entire book up with my mushy thoughts about Michael. I can just hear Hermione's voice in my head:
"Don't you dare stop writing, Ginny! I can tell you're enjoying having that journal! Don't give up just because you can't think of anything to say!"
That's Hermione Granger for you.
Sometimes I wonder why Ron likes her so much. Did I say likes? I meant loves. It's actually quite sickening to watch those two blush whenever one meets the other's eyes. Tell me, what would you do if you were in my situation, stuck in the middle of two lovesick teenagers? Would you bind them together with a rope and force them to confess their true love, followed by a three-hour long snogfest in a closet?
Then you're thinking exactly what I'm thinking. Maybe I'll enlist the help of Fred and George to carry out my "bind them with a rope" plan. I wonder if they've gotten any new inventions, besides the Skiving Snackboxes? Hmm…
Speaking of the Skiving Snackboxes, George told me after breakfast that he and Fred were going to test their Fainting Fancies, and not to be alarmed if I heard thudding noises coming from their bedroom. Those two are fainting left and right in there! I guess that means the Fancies are working just fine.
…
You know what?
I love Michael.
Yeah, yeah, you've seen me say that plenty of time before, but it has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?
Ginny loves Michael.
It just sort of…rolls of the tongue, right?
Michael loves Ginny.
Hmmm…
Michael and Ginny Corner. Ginny Corner. Ginevra Molly Corner. Ginny Weasley-Corner. Ginevra Molly Weasley-Corner. Mrs. Michael Corner…
Okay, okay. I'm thinking a little too far ahead into the future. But this is exactly what I would do when I used to like Harry. I can't tell you how many sheets of parchment I wasted just writing, "Ginevra Molly Potter" over and over again. Fred and George had a field day when they found those sheets in my rubbish bin. But, however, that's a whole other story that I'm not about to get into…
I wonder if Hermione has ever wasted parchment writing "Hermione Jane Weasley" all over the place. Probably not. She seems too sensible to get that deep into the feeling. Ha. I wonder if Ron has ever written "Mr. Hermione Granger" on sheets of parchment. Note to Self: raid Ron's rubbish bin for sheets of parchment.
Oh, dear. It seems Ron has found another spider in his bedroom. Honestly, that boy screams like a girl. Hermione's rushed out into the hallway to see what's wrong. Fred and George are running past with the Extendable Ears. Mrs. Black is screeching because the Order members are flooding out of the kitchen.
Oh my. Maybe I should go check thinks out.
But I won't.
I'm just hoping for something really exciting to happen around here. I've been cooped up in this house for far too long, just waiting for something for far too many days. Maybe something really big will happen involving You-Know-Who. Maybe Ron and Hermione will get together before term starts.
Maybe I'll get to see Michael again before the end of the summer.
You never know what can happen. That's what Mum always says. I'm just hoping that something big will happen when I least expect it. That's when it's the most exciting.
Goodnight! I'm off to see about Ron and that spider.
-Ginny
Oh dear. Was that chapter too short? I've been having a very busy day. So sorry!
Cheers to my reviewers, and again, I can't list names because my Hotmail account is screwed up again. Also, updates for "Puddlemere Night Stand" have been suspended until tomorrow. So sorry about that! I just can't find the time to write the next chapter. Between doctor's visits, phone calls, this story, and everything else, I just can't find the time. Tomorrow, however, I promise a new chapter!
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