A/N: Do people actually read this? I'll pretend they do.
As always, a big hug of thanks for the reviews. All those reviews make me feel all warm and fuzzy. Like a bunny.
Dear Dragon Lady,
My favorite color was green until Bill and Charlie went to Hogwarts and made me believe that it was a devil color.
NOW STOP READING.
So, our first quidditch game was the other day.
We won we won we won we won we won we won we won we won we won we won!
Not only did we win, we cleaned up! Because I am a genius, and I put together the best team possible.
Sure, at practice everyone's good natured. Not too mean, not too fussy. Don't fight at all.
But we played Slytherin, and they CHEAT. It was an amazing game. Murker punched people when they got too close, I'm totally serious. The Wall didn't let anything by, even when he was double teamed. By cheaters. Our Beaters hit just about every Slytherin, Shocks, not always intentionally, but McKenzie broke a few noses. The Slytherin Beater, McCoy, came close to knocking me off my broom. Really close. I learned a new trick when he did that. It's called CLING FOR DEAR LIFE. Talbot stayed close after that, but I didn't need him, McCoy always left his crotch wide open when he was on the broom...
And when Josie grabbed the snitch, being the most incredible Seeker that she is, we won, 200-0! The whole crowd started screaming, most with joy, but the Slytherins with outrage. No one had even seen Josie, she was like a hummingbird, flying so fast.
The best part might be the new announcer, a first year from my glorious house who is a total fanatic, but spaz on a broom, started cheering so much.
"SUCK IT, SLYTHERIN!" had been the line that made McGonagall smack him, although not really hard. She was cheering to.
Dr. Broccoli did a hippie kinda dance, waving his arms, bobbing his head, grinning with his eyes big. We made him teach us the dance in class the next day.
Love and Such,
Ginny the Dancing Queen
Dear Dragon Lady,
My eyes water when I cough, so sometimes I cry from it.
THE REST OF THIS IS MEANT FOR THE COUGH CRYERS.
I hate hate hate hate hate Professors Stipper. She is a man! She is she is she is! I will prove it.
I am a victim! That he-she is out to get me! I am an innocent victim. Gracie passed me the note, with her super girlie handwriting all over it, but only I get in trouble. This he-she either needs to get over something, or just cut it off.
Here is the note, for proof. Because I'm not wrong!
Hey Gin--
What?
How's Sean?
Good..Why?
Just checking in on my best friends boytoy.
In the middle of DADA?
He's just really cute is all.
Jealous, much?
You
wish.
Quit making the note obvious, Stipper'll see.
So?
Stipper's out to get me!
Yeah, that's true.
What! No 'that's true'!
You say something to make me feel better!
But there's
nothing to say!
LIE!
And then Stipper came, took the note and took house points then gave me detention for promoting lies. That he-she shall pay...somehow...Hopefully.
Love and Such,
Ginny the Innocent
Dear Dragon Lady,
I snort, not snore, in my sleep.
NOW QUIT READING, I HAVE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WRITE IN A PANIC.
I think I just killed the he-she. In detention, when I was supposed to be at practice, of course. I was washing her damn tea cups again, when my elbow slipped and hit something.
Now, in a normal room, this is no big, but in the DADA room, this is a problem. All of a sudden there were these snap sounds, and then a book just went flying AND HIT THE HE-SHE IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD.
I should go tell someone! Why am I writing on this stupid parchment at a moment like this? Why am I even carrying this around! It won't matter when I'm expelled for killing the he-she!
--Ginny the Murderer
Dear Dragon Lady,
When I was teething, I would chew on Ron's toys till he cried.
NOW THAT'S ENOUGH READING FOR YOU.
All right. Recap of what happened right after I thought I killed the he-she. I do feel a bit dim, but it's all good.
I was going rather quickly to find a teacher,
okay, I was running full speed ahead, hoping I didn't trip over Mrs. Norris,
when I found the Headmistress.
"MCGONAGALLITHINKIJUSTKILLEDTHEHESHEWITHHEROWNBOOKANDIDON'TWANTTOBEEXPELLEDORCRYBUTIHAVETHISHORRIBLFEELINGTHATBOTHWILLHAPPEN!" I screamed.
"What?" she asked, startled.
"I said: McGongall, I think I just killed the he-she with her own book and I don't want to be expelled or cry but I have this horrible feeling that both will happen!" I repeated in a rush, exasperated.She made me repeat myself in a more calm fashion.
Then we both ran full speed ahead to the DADA room, both hoping we wouldn't trip over Mrs. Norris.
When McGonagall got in the room, she instantly went to help the he-she, who wasn't dead. Just knocked out. She recovered quickly, instantly saying that I had done it on purpose.
"What kind of DADA teacher are you if you can't even protect yourself from a book!" McGonagall insisted once she heard the story. That's right, my Headmistress has an in-your-face attitude.
A deal was made. The he-she will behave if I behave, and as long as I don't tell anyone about the book incident. Oops.
Now McGongall is keeping an eye on the he-she, which makes me very happy. She didn't even ask about the he-she thing. I'm almost positive this professor was hired out of sheer desperation.
Love and Such,
Ginny the Squealer
More A/N: I like this chapter. Maybe it's the he-she thing that makes me like it. I dunno. Why do you like? Or do you?