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Dear Diary,

After the events of yesterday AND the day before, you wouldn't have thought my life could get any worse.

You thought wrong diary. In a couple of days it's the annual ball to celebrate Harry Potter's greatness and the death of he-who-shall-be-named-really-can't-be-arsed-to-wri te-that-shit. Voldemort.

And naturally I have to go.

Harry has to be there too, so that helps.

There is also another downside.

I am wearing a bright pink frilly dress.

I look like a bloated jellyfish.

On fire.

Great.

Naturally it was Mum and Aunt Muriel (she's still alive! I know!) Who picked out my dress.

I don't blame Mum as such. With Aunt Muriel about, there will always be something wrong with your choices, with your preferences.

It went a little bit like this:

"So, dear, what do you like?" Mum asked, me grinning. I liked this side of Mum.

I scanned the shelves for a while. We had upgraded a little from the sale items- Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes has shot to fame since Voldemort's death. Everybody just needed a laugh I suppose.

My eyes found a beautiful cream coloured full length dress, and I nodded towards it. Mum smiled and nodded. She sent me into the changing rooms.

Now this is where I really turn into a girl. The dress looked gorgeous, a chain of glitter ran from my left ankle and up to my chest, filling out my chest, and the waistline hugged my hips.

I was practically glowing from happiness, and so was Mum.

And then Muriel arrived.

"Hello Molly! Lovely to see you!" She paused, and then looked at me.

"Ginevra, what on earth are you wearing?!" She cried. I sighed, and looked at Mum for help, anything!

"Well- erm, I thought it was a very nice dress Muriel. Don't you?" Mum tried so hard.

"Yes if you think she's going to that fabulous ball as a class A prostitute!" She sighed and my face went a light shade of red.

She was already looking for something else, when her eyes fell on my worst nightmare. That pathetic, little girl's jellyfish puffy dress, as well as a pair of flat, green shoes (no match whatsoever) that added to the ocean affect. Seaweed.

She insisted I looked lovely (although you should really do something about your ears!), and Mum simply nodded slightly, just to please Muriel, because once that bitch made up her mind, she would not change the damn thing.

Sincerely,

Ginny the jellyfish Weasley.

A/N Well my lovelies! We have come to the end of our third chapter! I am actually really happy about the follows my story has, so thank you very much!

Your feedback is ALWAYS, even after all this time (see what I did there? No, okay) appreciated, so review or if you don't want it to be public feel free to PM me :) Sorry this is a slightly shorter chapter btw, I've just looked at the word count!

Chapter four shall be making its way up soon!

Yours not jellyfishing,

UnleashThePotter x