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I feel like singing... but if I do, the computer screen will crack, and shatter with a sharp piece flying into my heart.

Life's so cruel.

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Dear Tom...

Hello Ginny, how are you?

Well as good as you can get when you have to write an eight inch essay on fiery snapdragons... yeah, I guess I'm good. 'Bout you?

Would you like to me to show you?

I stared as the ink began to disappear. What kind of question was that? What did he mean by 'show me'? Show me how he he was? Ri-ight... I wasn't sure.

I'll think about it.

Just tell me when you're ready.

I suddenly realized I was starving. The last time I'd eaten was... that's funny, I can't remember. There's a big blank gap in my memory. Did I knock my head? Have I got amnesia? Hmm..

I went down to the Great Hall thinking heavily. I took the seat next to Kate and immediately piled my plate with stacks of sausages, piles of porridge, towers of toast and masses of marmalade. (A/N lol!)

Kate sighed wistfully and I looked at her inquiringly,

"Whsongwthoukte?" I asked with a mouthful of sausage.

She shot me a disgusted look, and, with great difficulty, I tried to swallow the three sausages at once.

"KERF!" I choked and spluttered.

Kate whacked my back and the chewed up sausages removed themselves from my windpipe and flew into Fred's porridge. Ew, ew, ew!

Now, trying not to heave, I watched with about a hundred other pairs of eyes as Fred (obviously not noticing that my sausages were in his porridge) dipped his spoon into the porridge and scooped... well you can probably guess what happened. All I'll reveal is that a few people threw up their breakfast. Even Dumbledore looked thoroughly grossed out.

I was mortified, and so was Fred when George nudged him in the ribs and whispered something you'll never guess. Then Fred puked... and it was not nice seeing little bits of... isn't it funny how there are always little bits of carrot in... well yeah. And there, in the middle of the puke were those three fateful sausages. I mean, Fred and George like attention, but not that kind of attention.

"GINERVA WEASLEY," Fred roared, getting up with a murderous glint in his eyes, "YOU ARE SO DEAD!"

I saw Kate mouthing bus-ted over Fred's shoulder which made me smile, but then I saw Harry Potter smirking next to Ron and Hermione, and I flew out of the Hall. Tears were pricking my eyelids, but I was not going to cry. I wasn't going to show Harry how much that had affected me.

I could hear the heavy footsteps of Fred behind me. I quickly gasped the password (phoenix down) to the Fat Lady before rushing up the stairs. I was sure Fred was going to hex me. I tripped on the last step and stumbled into my dormitory.

For some reason, I immediately ran to Tom's diary. And grabbed my quill, dripping ink as a scribbled in an entry.

I'm ready.

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