Ginny Weasley (hex_appeal) wrote,
Ginny Weasley

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An entry of letters

1. Parvati--Could we please be mature? Look, I'm sorry I irritated you, and I'm sorry about the bedding incident. I just want to try and be friends, we got off on the wrong foot. I never put anything in your bed. (contrary to popular belief) Just, please leave Dean, Padma and Harry alone. They aren't part of this, and I don't want to be part of this either. Truce?

2. Dean--I've been thinking a lot the past few days. Even though I'm entirely confused, I really want to talk with you. I'm sorry I was short with you the other night. I guess, you don't know how much you care for someone until they leave you. Just give me a chance to change things, if we can't be mended, that's ok. But I want to try.

3. Harry--I don't really know if I'm avoiding you, or if you're avoiding me, but I haven't seen you in awhile, I don't know that anyone has. I'd like to be friends, forget the whole thing, and start fresh. I don't like to fly alone.

Now. I'm going to make a quick run to the kitchens, for some tea and cookies. Then, I'm coming back up to the tower, if any of you want to talk, that would be nice. If you don't, that's all right too.

We are going to fix this. I'm tired of being lonely.
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All right, Ginny Weasley. I would like to call a truce.

Would you like me to read your leaves, after tea? I could meet you in the common room, if you like. I'm really pretty good, I know a lot of people don't believe in any of it, and think I'm a complete crackpot for doing it. But, divination can be kind of fun, and I have a talent for it, so what do you say?
That would be lovely.

I'll bring up a tray for us, so you can have tea with me. (as long as you promise not to predict my death, or some kind of maiming.)
On my honor as a seer.

I'll see you in a bit, then.
I'm glad to see you're feeling better, Ginny. Err, you're not still mad at me, are you?
nah, I wasn't mad at you in the first place. You were just being a bit of a prat.

Is there anything unusual in that?
Hey Gin, glad you're feeling better.

I haven't been avoiding you (well, not for a while, anyway). I've just been out exploring the castle. It came to me that since Filch is on holiday, and only here once a week, this is the perfect time to go wandering, since he won't be around to look over my shoulder. You should see all the really wild things that are in some of these rooms! I saw the stuffed back end of a dragon in a room on the fifth floor. Just the back part? I wonder where the rest of it is?

That's a scary thought, isn't it? Imagining Filch on holiday? I mean, do you think he sits around wearing short pants and an island shirt? That's enough to give me nightmares! :O
Oh, ewww. That's disgusting, Potter.
Isn't it though? And then add Mrs. Norris...
I think I hate you.
And umbrella drinks....
Stop it, Potter!

Or I shall be forced to counter with an image of Professor Sprout on her summer hols, which I happen to know included a stint on a nude beach in Monte Carlo.
ARGH! You Slytherins will sink to any depths, won't you?

Hmm. I wonder if she was listening to Muggle music... She seems the type to listen to ABBA, while sprawled on her towel at the beach.

I can send you a webpage with a song called Fernando...
I've never heard it...
I found this on the computer Professor Snape was using the other day to update his journal.

Abba - Fernando

I think he's getting desperate. If he doesn't find his music soon, we're going to have to listen to this stuff all year.
That is hideous.
Yes, it is, isn't it. And don't forget the Manilow, either.
I am beginning to wonder about Professor Snape...
What exactly are you wondering? Did you see him down at the pitch yesterday talking to himself? I think he was arguing. :P
You're forgetting who my brothers are, I've seen it all. (well, perhaps not all of it, I suppose.) Fred and George are excellent story tellers, but I would like to see a bit of the fifth floor corridors on my own, rather than hearing them tell me what it's like.

And, if you hadn't thrown in Filch in short pants, I might have been able to sleep tonight. bugger. :P
Ginny- I really miss you too. I'm sorry if I've made any of this harder, that's the last thing I would have ever wanted to do, as I do care about you so much. But, I do want to let you know that I'm willing to wait and try and work on things. Just let me know what you need, even if it's for me to go away for a bit, or whatever, and I'll help ~Dean
You promised me a picnic.

I'm here to collect.
Excellent. Alright, tell me when, and down to the kitchens I go....
How's this weekend?

if you want, there's a passage to Hogsmeade, I could head that way and pick up a bit of Honeyduke's chocolate. I believe chocolate was part of the bargain.
That sounds excellent. Like an amazing plan really.