August 24, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Today wasn't a great day, but it wasn't exactly a bad day, either. It was in the middle of those two feelings. Sort of. I'm confusing myself here, so I know I must be confusing you. I'll start from the beginning of my day, and let's see how it goes from there, okay?
I woke up much earlier than usual this morning because an owl was angrily pecking at my window. Hermione was still asleep, seeing as it was only three in the morning, so I sleepily went up to the window and let the owl it. I untied the letter from its leg, and it soared out the open window again with a satisfied hoot.
It was a letter from Michael. At first, I was excited about reading another letter from him, but then I realized something. It was much too early for Michael to be writing a letter filled to the brim with good news. I figured it was something urgent, so I ripped open the envelope rather noisily, forgetting that Hermione was still in the room, fast asleep.
Even though I read through the letter at top-speed, the impact of Michael's words was still loud and strong. The reason that he wrote to me so early as this: his parents where having an argument over whether or not to send Michael back to Hogwarts.
Michael hurriedly explained to me the rest. Apparently, his father believed all of the horrible rumors about Dumbledore and Harry, and he wants to keep Michael home from Hogwarts this year. His mother, obviously, thinks that the Daily Prophet is nothing but rubbish, and she wants Michael to return to Hogwarts. They were having a full-blown argument that woke up the entire house, Michael said, and he figured that I would want to know whether or not he was coming back to Hogwarts at the start of term.
When I looked up from the letter, I noticed Hermione staring at me with bleary eyes. Without saying a word, I tossed the letter at her and watched as she read the entire thing through. She looked at me with wide eyes, but she didn't say anything at first. I flopped back down on my bed, closed my own eyes, and felt the incredible urge to cry.
Hermione got to me talk a few minutes later, so there we were, at half past three in the morning, discussing my boyfriend's future education. Hermione reassured me that Michael would be able to come back to Hogwarts, that his mother will win the argument, but I'm not entirely convinced, and it's been hours since that conversation.
All day long, thoughts of my returning to Hogwarts without seeing Michael there ran through my brain. Mum thought I was becoming ill when I didn't reply to her questions at breakfast or lunch. She sent me upstairs to my room to get some sleep after dinner was served, and I've been here ever since.
I've had a lot of time to think, and I've been wondering what's going to happen if Michael ends up staying home from Hogwarts this term. I've been wanting to see him all summer long…what will I do if I can't even see him at school? I must sound like a pathetic little girl whining after her boyfriend, but I haven't seen him all summer, and if he isn't allowed to come back to Hogwarts…
Ugh. I don't even want to think about that. I'm going to try and get off of the subject of Michael now. Here we go…
Tonks stopped by for dinner again. She did her usual impressions for Hermione and I, but it seemed that she was constantly talking to Professor Lupin in between mouthfuls of the delicious feast Mum made for everyone. I couldn't quite make out exactly what they were speaking to each other about. They kept using code words, like "cigarettes", those stick things that Muggles smoke. Dad was telling me about those the other day…I wonder what they stood for in Tonks and Professor Lupin's conversation…
I wish I could talk to Bill right now. I haven't really talked to him in what seems like ages. But no, he's out on another date with Fleur. Oh, no. It's not a date. It's an "English lesson". Ha. As if anyone's going to believe them. Fred and George are already suspicious of Bill and Fleur, and it's only a matter of time before the news of the two going out will be spread through the entire household.
I suppose Mum will be happy, though. She's been wanting for Bill to settle down for ages. That, and she wants him to finally cut his hair. I bet she'll be hoping that Fleur will want to give his hair a trim. That will be the day when Bill lets someone cut his hair.
You know what, I think I'm going to take Mum's advice and take a little nap before actually going to sleep for the night. My mind is racing so fast, not even the Peaceful Valley melody can calm my thoughts. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day. I sure hope so.
In short, I couldn't really focus on anything that happened to me today. All I seemed to think about was Michael, which sounds weak in itself. But it's because of him that I have so many friends in Ravenclaw, like the semi-odd Luna Lovegood. But I'll explain more about her tomorrow. Hermione's showing signs of wanting to talk about Michael, and I'm not sure I'm up for that just yet.
Good night, dear journal. Here's to hoping for a better day,
-Ginny
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-Rox
