Chapter 6: Scalded Toes, Sleepwalking, and Stairs

Disclaimer: If I were J.K. Rowling I would not have failed my Chemistry test. Needless to say, it's not mine.

11 August

12:21

Only 3 ½ more days of being 14. I wonder if Harry will get me a present?

24:22

EM #10: I couldn't sleep so I went downstairs to make myself some tea. After my cup was filled with boiling water and a tea bag, I picked up the kettle to put it back on the stove. "Hello, Ginny." Crash! (Of course – klutzy me.) I dropped the kettle and boiling water flew everywhere. Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the way so the hot water wouldn't hit me. Too late. My big toe is now scalded. "Er…I really liked your Potions essay," Harry said. "Thanks?" I stammered. "Well, goodnight then." And Harry left me to drink my tea and mend my scalded toe, which is now red, sore and blistering and if the blister pops I am so dead because Mum will want to know why it was there and I'll have to either lie or tell her that I was wandering the house at midnight, both of which she will not be pleased by. Meh.

12 August

6:41

Got up early today (6:32) because Ron sleepwalked straight into my bedroom door. Git.

6: 43

Perhaps he should consider joining the I-am-a-git-and-walk-into-people-while-I-am-sleeping Cult. Yes, I do think that would be an excellent place for him

7:00

You know, when we were younger, Mum always said that Ron belonged somewhere else. Ha! I've found the perfect place for him – the I-am-a-git-and-walk-into-people-while-I-am-sleeping Cult. I must inform Mum of my newfound place for Ron!

7:02

Getting out of bed didn't work so well. So I don't think I'll be informing Mum of my epiphany anytime soon.

7:03

No EM's so far!

7:08

Hermione told me I had to clean the bathroom. Then I punched her in the face.

7:10

I actually feel kind of bad about it, because her nose started bleeding kind of profusely. Bleeding Hermione. Hahahhahahaaaa. Dear Merlin, please help me to not start laughing again.

7:12

Ha! I stopped it before it started.

7:13

Well, okay, a little bit after it started.

7:23

I always have laughing attacks in Potions, which probably isn't the best class in which to have a laughing attack, because Snape happens to be incapable of laughing. You know, I bet Snape was incapable of laughing when he was a baby. He was probably incapable of crying, too. He's not exactly the most emotionally intelligent person I know. Serverus Snape: baby from the Stone Age.

7:45

I have successfully implanted a picture of Snape as a baby from the Stone Age in my sad, sad brain. I really must ask Harry out.

8:01

Aha! I've come up with the perfect solution to asking Harry James Potter to date me. Wait for it….

8:05

Wait for it….

9:07

Wait for it….

9:40

Damn it. Not coming. Ah well. I'll go pray for my pathetic, depraved soul. But wait, how does not knowing how to ask Harry out make me depraved? Gah. Who knows?

9:45

Who knows anything anymore? Certainly not Bill. He just sent me an owl:

Dear Ginny,

I hope this finds you well. I've been enjoying myself in Egypt, but it's hard

without anyone else here. Enjoy the rest of your summer and try to be nice to

Fleur.

Love, Bill

Oh, yes. Three measly sentences scrawled on torn parchment. Sodding idiot. Maybe he deserves Phlegm, who, by the way, is currently reading a letter from Bill that is not three sentences, but three bleeding pages. Front and back. The bloody thing is longer than my Charms essay. Sodding Bill. Maybe he's turned into Percy and doesn't love me anymore. And I hate it because I love him. Meh. I wish I was little and my brothers thought that girls had cooties.

10:53

The boy-who-lived is too incredible for his own good. Too bad I can never have him. My life sucks. Badly. AND I just found out that Mum found out that Dad found out that Charlie found my Transfiguration essay I got a T on. And she's screaming her face off. Horray. It's such a lovely beginning to the day.

13: 17

But I suppose it's not as bad as playing hangman by myself. The things I sacrifice for my family…and I probably shouldn't sacrifice them, but I do anyway. Because I'm such a good person.

14:56

Ooh, I have AMAZING news! Harry has started calling Phlegm "Phlegm." Oh, sweet victory. I have amazing influence.

15:06

Ha, Mum's noticed my amazing influence and sweet victory as well. But according to her, it's not so amazing or such a sweet victory. "Ginny, you are becoming a young lady, and it's about time you started acting like it. Really, Dear, you mustn't call her Phlegm. Her name is Fleur. I don't care much for her either, but we have to respect her." And what was my oh-so-articulate response to dearest mummy's rant about the annoying and gross phlegm on the roof of my mouth? "Bleh." And then I spit. I really am intellectual.

15:15

I wish Tonks was in love with Bill. Too bad she's taken more than a bit of a liking (or loving) to Remus, who I just realized today, is old enough to be my father. Since he was the same age as Harry's dad and I'm younger than Harry. Yes, he's definitely old enough to be my dad. But I never thought about that before, because my father is slightly archaeic. I offered to put him in a museum once, and he got kind of mad.

15:18

In fact, he's still mad about that. I can't understand why. It was a long time ago.

15:20

Oh, wait. That was yesterday, wasn't it? Oops.

15:24

EM #11 occurred today. I fell down the stairs – bump, bump, bump. All the way from the top to the bottom. And smack into Harry, who was standing right at the foot of the stairs. He tumbled to the floor and I went right along with him. Although I have to admit he looked really attractive lying on the floor there. I could teach Mortification 101.

13 August

7:44

Last night I dreamed that I lived in a fish tank.

11:36

Mood today not so good. I got out of the house (Mum would murder me if she knew), and went over to Fred and George's shop. As soon as I walked in they started singing "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad." I slapped them both smartly across the face, which they fully deserved. Why would I even compare someone's eyes to a fresh pickled toad anyway?

11:40

Oh, right. I did do that, didn't I? Bugger.

23:11

Seriously. You'd think Ron would barricade his door or something so he couldn't get out of it at night while he's asleep and walking. Woke me up again. Merlin, that kid needs to learn how to sleep more heavily.

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