August 21, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place

I haven't heard anything new about Broderick Bode. In fact, I haven't even heard the words "Order of the Phoenix" for the entire day. It's quite a relief, actually. There isn't anything to worry about.

I guess I should say my day was quite boring, since there really was nothing to worry about, and there was nothing to think about for a long period of time.

Hermione's finally given up on researching every last detail about the O.W.L.s. She says that she wants to enjoy the last week or so of her summer holiday. I reminded her that that means she can't constantly worry about exams and such for the rest of the summer.

Hermione seemed a bit apprehensive about it, so while she was in the bathroom this morning before breakfast, I hid her Hogwarts, A History textbook underneath my bed so that she couldn't find it.

Oh, don't worry. I fully intend to return it to her on the last day of summer holiday. That way, she'll vent all of her frustrations to Ron and Harry, since we're in different years and we don't usually get to spend a lot of time together during the Hogwarts term.

Breakfast was rather uneventful, except for another dynamic save made by Fred and George. Mum wanted to read the Daily Prophet again (I think she was trying to see if there was any information on Bode, but I'm not too sure) and Fred and George managed to sway her from her decision. They reminded her about the loads of dung that the writers are saying about Dumbledore, and that reading the newspaper would only be a bad thing.

The twins have been quite lucky with keeping their joke shop a complete secret. They still don't know that I know, and I'm not entirely sure when I'll tell them that I read their advertisement in the newspaper. Maybe I'll never tell them. Maybe I'll just wait around until someone else finds out, and then I'll stand up and tell them.

But would that be cowardly, to wait for someone else to make the first move and then make your own? The twins will have wondered when I saw the advertisement in the first place…if I tell them, that is…which I will, eventually…maybe…

I'm confusing myself here, so I'm probably confusing you as well. The bottom line: when the time is right, I will speak up and ask the twins where they are getting the money to run their joke shop business smoothly.

Nothing really happened after breakfast. I repeat: my day was relatively boring, so don't expect me to write about some spectacular event today. Maybe tomorrow something exciting will happen…and if not, then maybe the day after that. Or that day after that, and so and so on.

Lunch…eh. Same old, same old. Had a turkey sandwich, a glass of milk, and some pretzels. Wow. I must really be bored. I'm telling you exactly what I ate for lunch. Please, God, please, let something exciting happen to me before the end of the summer!

Okay. Enough of wallowing in my own self-pity. I've got plenty of things to talk about, so here I go.

I received a lengthy letter from Michael just before dinner was served. I didn't have enough time to read it through, so I tucked it into the back pocket of my jeans and went into the kitchen for dinner.

I thought that no one was watching me, so I whipped it out right before dessert and started reading it. I got through the first two paragraphs, and then Bill, who was sitting to my right, tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear, "If you don't want Michael to be slaughtered when term starts, I suggest you put the letter away."

At first I was confused, and I looked around. Sure enough, Ron was giving me and the letter odd looks. He elbowed Harry, who looked up suddenly from his plate and turned around to stare at me as well. I shot them both a look before folding the letter up again and stuffing it back in my pocket. Ron and Harry went back to their dinner, and I hoped that my face wasn't blushing the famous Weasley red color.

My brothers are bound to find out about Michael sooner or later. I mean, I've been wearing my ruby necklace around the house for days and days. I think that I'm just waiting for one of them to notice. I could use with some entertainment these days. But then again, if they find out about Michael, then I probably won't have a boyfriend by the second week of school. Hmmm…

Anyway, Tonks wasn't at dinner. Again. After everyone had left the kitchen, I asked Mum where she was, and Mum told me that she couldn't tell me where Tonks was. Either Mum has no idea where she is, or Tonks is on a secret mission for the Order.

I do hope she comes back soon. I enjoy my colorful conversations with her. She seems to have so much advice for me, and I miss her bright personality.

Not to mention, dinner is always more entertaining with her around to do impressions of the people she's had to deal with while sorting out odd cases at the Auror office.

Also, I'm secretly hoping that Mundungus stops by for dinner tomorrow. I don't know why, though. He always smells of smoke, and he can never string two words together after a few bottles of Butterbeer. Perhaps it's his funny stories that make him so appealing.

Once again, I am yawning every ten seconds, and Hermione is showing signs of wanting to talk about the O.W.L.s. I need my rest while I can get it.

Good night, dear journal.

-Ginny


Oh, it's a longer chapter, hooray!

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Wow. I've got a lot to say. It's really got nothing to do with Harry Potter, but since it's my author's note, I can say whatever I want. Get it? Got it? Good!

Okay, okay. I'm not that mean. But I seriously need to tell you a lot of important things.

I am going on vacation this week, to Seaside Heights, New Jersey, with my entire family. I will be gone for a total of three days and two nights. On the third day, I will return at noon, just in time to type a new entry.

Anyway, I'll be posting multiple entries on the same day in the coming week. So you've got plenty to review!

Also, I feel that I have been neglecting Puddlemere Night Stand lately. I haven't updated in two weeks. But I promise you, by Saturday, you will have the fourth chapter to review. I'm sorry about the delays…I've been so freaking busy, it's not even funny anymore.

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