August 29, 1995, 7:20am. Ginny's room, the morning after.

And here we find the wild Ginevra-mander, awakening from her month-long fit of slumber. She's rather aggressive, so we won't get close, but you can see from here how her hibernation has affected her plumage.

Just kidding, it's only been, what, four hours now?

I slept about one of those.

Stupid Potter.

I'm almost debating whether to go downstairs or not, but I know if I didn't, Mum might send up a search party.

That would actually be kind of fun. You know, search party and all.

Jesus.

Welcome to the degeneration of my mind.

August 29, 1995, 7:40am. The Kitchen and sweet freedom.

I'm almost worried. The morning has gone off without a hitch.

That, and there's also no-one in my house.

I don't know if I should call the Aurors or rejoice.

Oh well, might as well pour myself a bowl of cereal and the answer will come to me.

August 29, 1995, 7:45. Still alone in the kitchen.

I'm worried now. What if I've entered some alternate universe where no-one exists but me? OR if it's been like this the whole time and my entire family is a figment of my imagination?

Or they all went to Diagon Alley and left me because I'm a stupid, Harry-kissing slag.

I like the first two better.

August 29, 1995, 7:59. No longer alone in the kitchen.

Well, my answer came. In the form of Harry.

Dialogue:

"Hey, Ginny. What's that you're writing in?"

"Oh, this? Nothing."

"Oh. Okay."

"So. Do you know where everyone is?"

"Your mum and Hermione are in Diagon Alley, Fred and George are at the shop, Ron's out at the pitch and your dad's at work. I am sitting next to you telling you where everyone is."

"Gee, thanks, smartarse."

"Always a pleasure"

Insert awkward silence

"Ginny, could I talk to you about something?"

"Do you need my permission?"

"That's not what I meant, I just- Never mind. Last night? That was a mistake. You have a boyfriend, and I'm sorry."

"Yeah. It was a…uh…mistake for me, too."

"I'm…er…glad you feel that way."

"Yeah."

"Well. I better go back to Ron. He's probably already got himself stuck in the goalpost."

"'Bye. Quick Sodding Quotes Quill bloody effing OFF-

Back to my original statement: Stupid Potter.