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Ginny Weasley

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[01 September 1996 | 22:44 pm ]
[ mood | irritated ]


Harry Potter you do not get to go around dragging me into this. I don't want to be a part of this mess you've gotten yourself into.

Ask me nothing, and I will tell no lies, I cannot promise any more than that.

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[27 August 1996 | 15:20 pm ]
[ mood | amused ]

I would just like to say, Parvati, that the donkey ears were inspired. Absolutely brilliant.

Now, to business. Dean, I require your presence sometime soon, I am not a patient girl, so find me, or I'm afraid I will have to get angry. (oops. you'd rather like that, wouldn't you? nevermind then.)

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An entry of letters [13 August 1996 | 13:34 pm ]
[ mood | determined ]

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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[07 August 1996 | 10:26 am ]
[ mood | numb ]

Padma, Cho, Hermione and Parvati --

I've decided to move myself into the 5th year Gryffindor girls' dormitories, it's nothing any of you did. I just need to get out. Apologies.

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[01 August 1996 | 22:48 pm ]
I think I might be dying
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[30 July 1996 | 21:04 pm ]
I think Harry is avoiding me.

I haven't heard a word in a couple of days, and Dean's no better, he's been working on something lately, I think. But he won't tell me what it is, and he doesn't seem in the mood to move, much less talk. I think he's brooding about something.

no matter how often I tell him what he means to me, he doesn't seem to believe it. I can't blame him, not after all this, even if he doesn't believe Peeves, I know he's worried that I might run out on him, and this whole...situation, doesn't help things.

I am going to get some treacle tart, and perhaps take a walk. I need to think.
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[26 July 1996 | 17:10 pm ]
I'm afraid I haven't kept up as well as I should, so I thought, I ought to at least make an effort.

It's been a week, since I last wrote in here. Things have died down, quite a bit. The events at Hogsmeade have blown over, at least, I think they have.

I've been thinking about trying out for this year's quidditch team, we probably ought to practice some before the term starts. If anyone's up for some flying, I'd certainly love to join, if for no other reason than to work on my skills.

I've spent the better part of the week, playing chess with someone or another. Apparently, I'm a worse player than I previously thought, I lost to Dean the other night, and he wasn't even concentrating on the game. How terribly embarrassing.
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Open your eyes, look up to the skies [19 July 1996 | 11:46 am ]
As most of us will tesify, last night, was...trying. At the very best. Really, it was rather immature. But, I'm glad everything got worked out. (sorry I couldn't stay longer Dean. I wish I could have. That last butterbeer got me feeling a bit peaky.)

As I'm sure it's gotten around school, there's not a lot of point to retelling the entire sordid tale. In short form, the Slytherins thought they'd have a fantastic game of jealousy and revenge, by sending one of their own, masquarading as an honest human being, and making plans to meet each of the girls. Too bad it rather backfired on them, and we're all better friends for going through it. Rather childish, really.

Harry -- Up for some flying, some time soon? or perhaps a game of Gobstones. I've missed you, mate! We really need to talk some more, the Three Broomsticks last night, a little chaotic. It was really nice to talk to you, we really ought to chat more often, maybe another fly sometime soon? (or a walk, if you prefer.) It doesn't matter when, I could use some practice chasing, because let's face it, I'm only a marginally good seeker, anyway.

Dean -- I could use some help with Charms, if you get a chance. Hermione is busy with her own research, and I got from Prof. Flitwick, that you have a fairly good grasp on them. I having the worst time, with some of it. Perhaps we could make plans? Thanks for the help, sorry we couldn't practice longer. It was getting a bit late.
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[17 July 1996 | 08:05 am ]
Last night's exploding snap was fun, even though, I'm afraid I lost rather miserably. (but it doesn't matter, because Ron is absolutely worthless with Gobstones, so I always win that.) And, I was quite sad about Harry's absence. Doesn't anyone have a clue where he is?

(the last thing I heard was from Malfoy, which means it's probably a good idea to pay no attention to it.)

Sorry I couldn't have more games with Hermione and Cho, it was getting late, and I'd already lost at least twice, to Ron of all people. Perhaps some other time.
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[13 July 1996 | 20:59 pm ]
Apologies for scaring you Bill, I'm not a figment of your imagination.

Mum sent me this afternoon, for some strange reason she seemed rather annoyed with me. Couldn't imagine why, I've only been trying to improve Fred and George's firecrackers, they've got them charmed to spell "poo" which is terribly mundane, I was only trying to get them to say "git" or "slimeball" nearly set the kitchen aflame. She didn't seem to appreciate that now the word "poo" flashes different colors every few seconds. I thought it was rather nice.

Anyway, she's instructed me to "learn something" from Ron while I'm here, she'd rather that I not take after the twins. (so long as I don't take after Percy, I think I'll be quite all right.)

I'm not settled in just yet. Hermione, mind if I bunk with you until I can get things in order? I know they like to keep the years separate, but you'd figure, it's summer, what's the harm?
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