August 19, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Today was a bit more exciting than the rest of the week has been. I'll start from the beginning, I suppose.
I woke up early this morning to the sound of someone frantically scratching a quill against a piece of parchment. Turns out that Hermione was researching the O.W.L.s in her Hogwarts, A History textbook, and she had been taking notes since midnight. Honestly, what that girl will do for education…
So, since I was already up, I decided to head down to the kitchen to see if I could help Mum with breakfast (she's been complaining for the past two weeks that she's the only one who cooks around here). I heard deep voices coming from inside the kitchen, so I lingered outside for a few moments so I could hear what was going on.
Oh, I know eavesdropping is wrong, but I was bored, and I wanted to spice things up a little bit, okay?
Anyway, I heard Kingsley Shackebolt telling Dad that Broderick Bode, an Unspeakable and member of the Order, has been asking odd questions about guard duty. "He's too eager to stay up all night guarding that door, Arthur, and that's what's worrying me." Kingsley said to Dad.
I didn't manage to pick up anything else because just then, Ron wandered down the staircase (asking if breakfast was ready yet). Mum hadn't even started cooking yet, so poor, hungry Ron had to wait.
I kept thinking about Bode all through breakfast. Why is he so eager to be on guard duty? I would think that he would be trying to avoid guard duty, unless he's like a seriously dedicated Order member with nothing better to do.
Anyway, it took all of my self-restraint to keep myself from telling the others about Bode. I don't know why I didn't want to speak of the problem to even Hermione, but I just didn't. I had this feeling that if I spilled the beans, everyone would be stressed, and we're in too far in the summer to become stressed. Term is about to start, for Merlin's sake!
After breakfast, we all retreated to our respective bedrooms, and this is where I spent the time away between breakfast and lunch by amusing myself with the newly-found Draco Malfoy pictures. Ah, those will never get old. Never.
It was during lunch when the fun started.
Mum asked Hermione to fetch her copy of the Daily Prophet so that she, Mum, could scan it for any "decent" news. I glanced over at Fred and George (who, by the way, don't know that I saw their advertisement in the newspaper). They were so pale that their identical freckles stood out against their skin. Fred looked like he was going to choke, so George spoke up first in a rather shaky voice.
"Mum, are you sure you want to read the newspaper? It's nothing but rubbish!" Said George. Mum shot him an edgy look.
The two of them argued shamelessly for five minutes until Hermione returned with her newspaper. Mum grabbed it before Fred or George could get their hands on it, and she slowly started to flick through the many pages. I could practically see the twins' hearts jumping out of their chests! I was just waiting…just waiting…for Mum to see the advertisement section…
"Mum, it's a spider!" One of the twins called out. Ron yelped and Mum spun around suddenly to see what was the matter. Fred reached out and grabbed the newspaper from Mum's grasp. I watched as he flicked to the advertisement section and tore out the page that had the ad about Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
A few minutes later, calm was restored to the kitchen, and Mum totally forgot about the Daily Prophet.
Bloody lucky twins. They were so close to having their heads chopped off a la Molly Weasley. Dumb luck is what I call it. I don't think Ron will ever forgive them for making him freak over a spider in front of his precious Hermione. Hmmm…
Well, that just about wraps up the exciting portion of my day. After lunch, I came back upstairs, and I've been here ever since then. Hermione is still frantically flipping through her textbook, so I can't talk to her, and Mum told me that Tonks is busy at the Ministry, so she won't be stopping by either.
I honestly have nothing to do for the rest of the night, or at least until dinner is served. Maybe Mundungus Fletcher will stop by. It's always fun to hear his little stories about his illegal adventures, even though Mum detests his tales greatly. He's a hilarious dinner guest, no matter what Mum says.
Besides, Fred and George seem to like him. Great minds think alike…
I think it's Mum's worst fear that the twins will end up like old Dung. I think that she's afraid they'll turn out to be foolish criminals who do nothing but play jokes and steal things all day.
Personally, I don't think that the twins will go that far, but I do think that they have a pretty good shot at making it big in the joke shop business. They have some seriously impressive products and ideas. They can go far with what they've got, regardless of the low amount of O.W.L.s they scraped together last summer.
If only Fred and George knew that I saw their advertisement, and that I know about Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and the mail-order service. Do you think they'd share their profits with me?
It's worth a shot.
Good night!
-Ginny
Ah, this is a slightly longer chapter, so I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed typing it.
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I'm sorry if the content of the above chapter was a little off…I was up until six in the morning at a sleepover with my friend, Jennifer, and I'm dead tired…even though I can't even get to sleep. We ate packets of sugar for dinner last night and I think the stuff is still in my system. Ah, well.
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-Rox
