A/N: Weelll. It only took a Nutella Sandwich on a fishhook, a pen, an abandoned kitchen, and fuzzy socks to get me to update. Plus a bag of chips. Forgiveness?

Reviewers who need answers or praise (on Chap3):

You go girl: Thank you. It makes me giggle a little to write

Phire Wolf- I cannot for the life of me tell if that's a complement, as this Ginny, I modeled a little after myself. (Her colloquialisms, if anything, and mannerisms.) So I'll just smile and say Thanks.

Splash and ILuvSeverusSnape- Thank you, and, by now, I have. Kind of. If you're reading this, I have.

1 September 1995, 12:13am, Hogwarts Express, Cabin 47

Hoggwarrttttss, Gloriouuusss Hooogggwaaarrttss! Worth waiting for 'till we're eighty-four, blah-blah-blah!

Today has been a wonderful day, even though I haven't written in a while. Good Things about today:

1) Hogwarts Express! Trolley-Cart Lady! (Note to self: Learn her name. Have been taking food from her for years, it's rather embarrassing not to know) Junk and Candy with good friends and bitter enemies!

2) Am reunited with Kev and Dyl! Immediate celebration and rejoicing!

3) I got my diary-notebook-memior-draft-thing a lunch sack cover, so now I can write in public places (e.g. anywhere not my bedroom or the second floor bathroom). So, good for you, creepy stalker-person reading my diary. Good. For. You.

4) Out of the Burrow! Yes! This means not having to come in contact with He-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named-In-Fear-Of-Castration-or-Likewise-Unappealing-Punishments (aka: HWWNBNIFOCLUP) and other irritating (yet, loveable) brothers!

12:30, Still Hogwarts Express, Cabin 47

Urg. I've forgotten the Bad Things:

1) Hogwarts Express. Shaking and Rattling cabin. Eurggh.

2) Nothing wrong with Kev and Dyl. They are amazing saint-like people with Chocolate Frogs.

3) Writing while shaking and rattling in the cabin does not make for a happy stomach

4)I have forgotten the tendencies of Irritating Brothers to bring their friends and be Irritating all over one's Train Cabin. Though, on second thought, Irritating Brother's Friends are not quite so Irritating as Irritating Brother. No-one is quite so Irritating as Irritating Brother.

12:43, after transferring Cabins with Kev and Dyl

I saw Dean, I guess. That was awkward. Must get opinions of K and D!

You guys there?

Yeah. Kevin, in the HOUUUSSSEE!

I don't see why you insist on doing that. What's the problem Gin, why can't we just talk normally?

Because! This is a matter of Tippy-Toppy Importance and What-Not! I saw Dean.

Aaand?

What?

So… you saw your boyfriend. How is this any different than normal?

Oh, I get it. Did Dean… objectify you… like a bull, prostitute, or similar?

No! A bull? What kind of nutter-slash-bestiophile-slash-masochist ogles a bull?

Aha! Who said anything about ogling?

I was paraphrasing 'objectify', you loon.

Objectify is not a synonym of Ogle, Gin.

Whatever!

So I take it that's not it. What was it, then?

Nothing. He was just…odd, that's all.

Odd? Like, odd, odd? Ohhh. Or OOODDD. Is it that one?

No. Just… odd

Do you think he'll dump you?

Dyl!

What? I'm not a liar, I do not lie! It's an honest question. Will Dean dump you, Ginny?

I don't know.

You don't…! Ginny, this is a matter of the HEART!

Does that change anything? I still don't know. Maybe even more so.

Dyl, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Recon? SPYING! OHH! I've got wonderful new glow-in-the-dark goggles for just this occasion!

No! No recon! No spying! No Special-Occasion glow-in-the-dark Night Vision Goggles! None of it! I just… want to let this play out.

Ginny? Do you…Do you want him to break up with you?

What?! No! No way!

Not even for the Boy-Who-Lived of your dreams?

Are you both incontinent?! I…HARRY IS OFF-LIMITS! FOREVER!

Pourquoi, mon cherie? Qu'est que il fait?

Mon Chou, il NE FAIT PAS. Il est immobile. Il est…est…INSENSIBLE!!

NON!

OUI!

I just missed that WHOLE thing.

Basically she said he's unmoving and unfeeling. He doesn't DO anything. Boohoo, poor Gin.

NO!

Oui, Kevin. Duh.

Well. I got that. I still don't see why the two of you have to speak French when you're upset.

Ten points to Gryffindor. And we speak it because it confuses YOU, oh murderer of all tender, friend-y moments.

Hey now! I asked some rough questions out there!

You make it sound like battle, Kev. That just exposes you as the newbie you are.

Oh, quit smirking. We'll be at Hogwarts in a mo.

Well, aren't you suddenly…pragmatic

Shut up.