A/N: Okay, this took longer than usual. Again. My apologies, darlings. Like I said before, junior year is kicking my butt. But you don't want to read exscuces. So I'll stop now and continue posting.

Dear Dragon Lady,

The ghoul from the attic used to love to throw shoes. I got hit by those thrown shoes. Quite a bit.

I DON'T WANT TO SHARE ANYMORE WITH YOU AT THE MOMENT.

I knew it. I knew it I knew it I knew it. I saw it coming! I even wrote it down about how I saw it. I knew my world would crash. I absolutely knew it. I knew it. I know it because it's happened.

I have reached the official realm of overwhelmed. There is no way around it. With quidditch, detention, and tests I'm losing it.

Oh, and did I mention I'm constantly freaking out about this whole war thing? No? Of course not. Because I'm Ginny. And Ginny isn't allowed to freak out like this because Ginny is the closest thing to an emotionally stable Weasley.

It's not good that I'm talking about myself in third person, is it? Or that I keep asking questions that will never be answered unless someone from my family actually writes me one day, is that good?

Would it kill you to drop a line? 'Hey Ginny, how ya doing? We're not dead! Hope you aren't either! Love, Your Family.' I'm going to pretend that you or some other Weasley wrote it. Or even had someone write it for them!

Now, if you'll exscuce me, piece of magical parchment that at the moment represents my entire family, I'm going to go to quidditch. Then to detention. Then to study. Then to have sex. Then to bed. Then I'm going to wake up and go through classes before repeating the cycle.

Love and Such,

Ginny the Peeved

Dear Dragon Lady,

The first time you tried to pluck my formerly big thick eyebrows you went the muggle way, and I screamed so loud that that clock of yours put me at 'diar peril.'

NO MORE READING, YOU CLOCK FANATIC.

It seems that when I said my world was crashing down earlier, I was sadly mistaken.

The tests are over. We had them earlier this year. I totally aced NEWTS. Now, if only I had a future planned out...

But that isn't the world crashing part.

We have our last quidditch match next week. Against Ravenclaw. For the cup. Did I ever mention that Sean is Keeper? No? That's because you never write me back, you Dragon Lady!

I'm

I'm stopping myself from writing what I was about to write. It might not even be that important. Could be absolutely nothing. Probably is. So I stopped myself. Because I have learned.

I'm going to practice now. It's what we captains do.

Love and Such,

The Perfectly Calm and Put Together Ginny

Dear Dragon Lady,

Muggle washing machines make you giggle.

NO MORE READING, YOU GIGGLY FOOL.

Gracie and I haven't even come close to reconciling our differences. In fact, everytime she sees me, her nose starts bleeding again.

She also broke up with Sean. Apparently he's just not worth it. I have to agree. Now that everyone knows what he does, no girl above fifth year will date him. He looks so lonely. This makes me giggle.

You are reading the letter of the captain of the house cup.

When we won, McGonagall screamed, and then started celebrating. The whole school started celebrating. Well, a quarter of the school started celebrating. Hufflepuff was indifferent, Ravenclaw was mad, saying I cheated. I didn't, though. Slytherin was probably mad as hell, but what do I care? Screw the snakes. We don't cheat the way THEY do!

Sean is just a bad Keeper! I can't help it if I threw the quaffle so hard it went through the hoop, taking him with it. I must just be that good.

I bet you don't care about this as much as why we took NEWTS early. That's simple, with the war going on, blah blah blah, the people didn't want the schedule of Hogwarts to be expected. It kinda wasn't fair at all, but I still did well. Feel better now? Feel all motherly? You shouldn't! You should have written me, Dragon Lady!

Back to the victory because that makes me happier than any test. Dr. Broccoli did a weird dance as he celebrated. Have I mentioned it before? I believe I have since as soon as he started doing the dance, all of Gryffindor joined in.

Grub helped us celebrate, since he doesn't have a house of his own he's sort of adopted us, by throwing confetti. Magical, probably stolen confetti, that sparkled on the skin.

And then the sparkles wouldn't come off. Even after we all showered, it still wouldn't. We looked like a bunch of drag queens, but were too busy celebrating to care. Josie was so overwhelmed that she burst into tears at the big, crazy victory party. Murker joined her in the crying. I didn't. I was too happy to cry.

That whole party made me forget about all my problems.

Which I still haven't told you.

Oh well, you'll find out soon enough. I'm going to find Leo and continue celebrating.

Love and Such,

Ginny the Victorious

Dear Dragon Lady,

I really don't know what to say to prove that I'm me right now, so just trust me.

PLEASE DON'T READ THE REST.

I found Leo. He looked torn, and I knew it wasn't over quidditch.

He said he needed to talk to me.

Said it was important.

He was serious, but then again, he always is.

Told me that most of his family came from Slytherin, that he was a bit of a disappointment for not being in there, too.

Told me that he found a way to get back in his family's good graces.

Told me which side he was on for the war.

Not ours.

I told him I was late, and I don't mean that in the way he was expecting.

He told me he loves me.

I admit to loving him back.

And then I walked away from him.

Love is Wasted, So Just Such,

Ginny

A/N s'more: A bit of dramatic turn if I do say so myself. I'm going to make myself feel all warm inside by saying that you loved this chapter.

Mmm, love.