August 26, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place
Still no word from Michael. I woke early this morning, hoping that Michael's owl would be waiting for me on my windowsill with a letter stating that yes, I would be seeing my boyfriend come the first of September. I'm becoming rather worried. He's never gone longer than a day without writing me.
Well, there was that one time, when Michael went to France with his family. But even then, he tried to write me every few days, and his letters were long and filled to the brim with detail. That got me through the days between each letter, but there is nothing but worries to sustain me until Michael's next letter. I hope he writes soon. I can tell that Hermione is getting tired of hearing about Michael.
Okay, on with the rest of my day, which was rather eventful, if I do say so myself.
Breakfast was filled with Fred and George badgering Bill about his little date with Fleur. He still tells everyone that he's just teaching her how to speak fluent English, and that there's nothing more between him and the veela. But how long does it take for him to teach her how to say, "Here is your gold."? Mum doesn't seem to mind at all, though I think she's secretly hoping that Bill and Fleur really are dating. She's been bugging Bill to get married for what seems like ages.
Mum hasn't mentioned the Daily Prophet all day, so the twins must be at ease. I think that George knows it's only a matter of time before someone finds out. Little do they know, someone already has found out, and that person is me. But the person giving them the money to make all of these joke products must know as well, so I guess I'm not the only one.
After lunch, the fun started. It turns out that Kreacher was hiding up in the attic all along. Sirius found him this afternoon, covered in dust and still wheezing about the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Sirius set him straight to work, even though Hermione wanted Kreacher to have a rest after his "frightening ordeal" in the attic.
"Oh, no, Kreacher will not listen to the Mudblood. Kreacher's mistress does not want Kreacher taking orders from the Mudblood." The house elf kept repeating those two sentences while Hermione tried to reason with Sirius to allow Kreacher to have a break.
A break from what, exactly? A break from insulting us during every waking moment of the day? A break from trying to steal things out of rubbish bags and junk piles? A break from being an annoyance to us all? It's not like he cleans anything, and how can you possibly get a break from something you don't even do in the first place?
Ah, well, Kreacher was the least of my problems today. It seems that there was another little Order meeting this afternoon, shortly after Kreacher was uncovered. Only a few members were present. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I watched them walk through the hallway on their way to the kitchen for the meeting. I have a hunch that it's got something to do with that man, Broderick Bode, but I didn't want to say anything, because I might have been wrong.
Fred and George tried to use the old Extendables again, but Mum's smartened up a bit and put another charm on the door. They were put out for a few moments, and then they retreated to their bedroom. I heard them whispering about ways to improve the Extendable Ears so that they are able to slip through all sorts of the doors, even the charmed ones. I'm sure they'll be able to improve their clever invention.
Bill went out again just before dinner, claiming that he needed to meet Fleur back at work for another English lesson. I watched him leave the house before turning to Hermione and asking her what she thought about Bill and Fleur's relationship. She just huffed and said that it was just the veela charm getting to him.
I can only imagine a veela's effect on a man. At the Quidditch World Cup last summer, Harry and Ron nearly jumped from the top box when the veela were brought onto the field. But when the veela were angered, they started hurling fireballs at the leprechauns, so let's just hope that Bill doesn't get Fleur upset any time soon.
Dinner was simply superb. Loads of Order members were there tonight, so Mum made an excellent feast. There was plenty of talking and laughter in the kitchen. Tonks and Mundungus managed to stop by, so it was much louder than normal. Mum kept sending disapproving looks towards Dung, Ron, Fred, and George. She doesn't like Dung at all, as I mentioned, but he, along with Tonks, are rather entertaining, so I don't mind him a bit, even if he does smell like smoke a lot.
After dinner, it was just Hermione and I in the bedroom. She kept asking me if I thought Kreacher deserved a break after spending so much time lost in the attic, and I told her exactly what I think: that Kreacher went up to the attic to try and get away from us all, but Sirius found him in time. That only got Hermione worried that Kreacher was trying to leave the house to alert someone about the Order and Sirius. I used the same line about Dumbledore being the Secret Keeper, and that seemed to calm her down for a bit.
Then Hermione told me that she's getting rather annoyed at Ron, because he wins every bloody game of chess that he plays. She's been looking for magical books on chess, but there aren't any that she can find that are decent. Personally, I just think Hermione's upset that Ron is better at something than she is.
I don't want to admit it, but Hermione is certainly more intelligent then Ron when you start talking about schoolwork. I mean, I love my brother (as hard as that may be to believe), but Hermione's just got more brains than him, that's all.
Ugh. I'm so tired. I'll write more tomorrow.
-Ginny
I've returned from vacation. The hotel was disgusting, the people in the room next to us were drunk (one of the occupants threw up onto our balcony and my dad had to clean it up. Gross.), and I woke up the middle of the night with a freaking cockroach on my pillow. But the beach was fantastic, it never rained, and I even won some cute stuffed animals from those crane machines that steal all your money.
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