A/N: If there was a competition for who had the best reviewers, I would so win. Boo yah.
Dear Dragon Lady,
Out of all your children, I was the only one born with hair.
ONLY HAIRY BABIES CAN READ THE REST OF THIS.
My stress level might have reduced a tad bit if you had bothered to tell me the war was over and now all that's going on is cleaning up the last bit of the Death Eaters. But no. I had to read it in the Daily Prophet. At least now I can obsess over my personal problems and not have to pretend to feel guilty.
You know how I went on and on about how I had no trouble with NEWTS and how I'm not worried at all? I lied. I'm scared out of my wits.
Sure, I did fine on OWLS. But that's a bit different, isn't it? Not as hard. Too me, at least. And yes, I studied. But I wasn't quidditch captain when I studied for OWLS. I was just a player, not in charge of everything. But everything is different now.
Oh sure, I played it cool. Acted as if everything was all good. But do you remember ther gnawing on the library table? Do you? That's not what normal, totally put together captains do, Dragon Lady.
You know what else? I've been throwing up. A lot. A lot a lot. That's not proper English, but neither is vomitting. Colin says it's just nerves. Luna thinks I'm harboring an angry spirit. I think she's right.
McGonagall is going to be taking all the seventh years on different trips for the rest of the year since NEWTS are over. Help us decide what we want to do. I think it's a brilliant idea.
Ministry is the first stop. Then a few shops, and then St. Mungo's.
What would happen if I threw up at one of those places? How would people react? Probably just 'ewww' and make fun of me. Whatever.
There aren't enough seventh years this year, which is part of the reason I put together a new team. That and most people graduated. So many people are all panicky and won't come back to school. Saying that now that Dumbledore's gone the school is even less safe than before.
They're wrong. McGonagall would kick anyone's ass.
She'd probably kick mine if she knew all my secrets.
I'm not writing about Leo. I refuse to.
You don't even know all my secrets, despite what I've written. My letters are rather sparing, and let's face it, putting everything down wouldn't be the best idea. Like the pranks, or what all went on during quidditch practices and games. Or the way I threatened all of Slytherin with a fork one day at dinner.
I could've taken 'em, too. No problem. It was a sharp fork.
Love and Such,
Ginny the Forkinator
Dear Dragon Lady,
When you went to Hogwarts you planned on working in a bookstore, but never did.
READ A BOOK, INSTEAD OF THIS.
We went to all those special places to learn about what we want to do when we officially leave Hogwarts.
I wanted to burn the Ministry down. It seemed to need it. It was much too busy and hostile. Fire ought to clean all that up.
The shops were pretty cool. Maybe I'll do that. Maybe I'll open my own. 'Ginny's Nothing Evil Store.' We'll have lots of nonevil things. Except for in the back. That's where I'll keep all my things. Mwahaha. Foolish customers.
Then there was St. Mungo's. We, as in all the students, had to wear special robes. The robes that students planning on becoming mediwizards wear. They're teel. It's strange that all of this planning for the future was put off, probably to see if all the students would even have a future.
I'm avoiding it again.
I'll just go ahead and say what happened at St. Mungo's.
So, the whole group is taking a tour, and Colin and I are in the back. First chance we get, we get lost. 'Accidentally' take a wrong turn. We pull of our robes, we are wearing clothes underneath, and try and act natural. I'm too busy trying not to throw up to act natural, and Colin is just terrified.
We walk for a bit, before nearly bumping into a kindly, old plump nurse. She looks surprised to see us, and asks what we want.
"A pregnancy test." I say in a rushed voice, figuring if I say it fast enough she won't realize I was the one who said it.
Colin wimpered.
The nurse gave him a disapproving look, obviously jumping to the conclusion that there might be a little Colin in me. If that doesn't make someone throw up, nothing will.
Anyways, she pointed at my stomach with her wand and mumbled something, eyeing Colin the whole time.
"Two and a half months." she chirped. I thanked her and quickly walked away.
Then walked back, grabbed Colin, got our robes and we rejoined the group.
Colin was pale the rest of the time, I said it was because he didn't like hospitals whenever anyone actually noticed. I acted super normal, as if I did not receive any life changing information.
I am the coolest of the cool. Like a piece of ice.
No, wait, that's cold.
Love and Such,
Ginnysicle
Dear Dragon Lady,
Fred punched the first guy whoever had a crush on me. I cried.
NO ONE WHO RAISED A PUNCHING SON CAN READ THE REST OF THIS.
Yesterday I ate three pounds of the muggle candy Colin had, candy corn. He said it was stale, I think it was fabulous.
Just wanted to brag about my eating habits.
And show how calm I am. One week until graduation, which is just going to be some small gathering in McGonagall's office where we'll get diplomas and find out how we really did this year. I'm not scared.
But I am a liar.
Love and Such,
Ginny the Liar
Dear Dragon Lady,
I wore nothing but boy's clothes for the first three years of my life.
YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PUT BELLS ON MY SHOES, NOT PUT ON BOYS SHOES.
I just got back from graduation. All the teachers were there, and all the seventh years that actually showed up this year.
Trelawney cried at graduation. No one else did. The he-she gave the sobbing divination teacher annoyed looks. I thought about kicking the he-she in the groin again and felt very happy.
The whole time, Leo kept staring at me. He wants to know if I'm having his kid. I am. I want him to not be a Death Eater. He won't.
Here's some exciting news that I am not sure I believe: I graduated number one in the class. I made McGonagall check again after this was said, and so did the he-she. I always knew I was smart.
And it helps that everyone's either distracted by the war or not at school anymore. Okay, so it's not the biggest accomplishment, and to those who actually know what's been going on, it really doesn't matter.
But it sure as hell sounds great to everyone else.
I'm gonna go pack now.
So I can go back to 12, you know what 12 stands for, and be scolded and shamed for my 'situation.'
Love and Such,
Ginny (Remember how I graduated #1!)
The A/N That Wouldn't Die: Still reading? Still liking? Goooooood.