Saw John in the village yesterday afternoon. Instead of avoiding me like the bloody plague, he waved and said hello. I was surprised; we haven't talked since we broke things off. He asked if I wanted to come round the shop again sometime and I said no. I still don't know what possessed me to say it, because I know how much I really liked him. And I ( Read more... )

Hm. I tried to pop by and see Draco last night, as I was out and had nothing else to do with my evening, but he either wasn't in or he was busy with Harry. All my attempts at contacting people who don't live in my house have been thwarted as of late, and I can't bloody stand it any longer.

Not seeing Draco was the last straw in the realization of ( Read more... )

Everything seems all wonky today, for some reason. Feeling a little ill (in spring? I know, it's odd), and I'm thinking about going off to stay with Ron for a bit just to get away from things. Likewise, I miss him really awfully, and I'm sure he's lonely as well.

I've needed a break for some time, I suppose. Anyone care to run away with me?

There was still almost a month left until it would really feel like winter for the first time, but Ginny shivered. She sat in her dorm, curtains pulled around her four-poster, and shook. She hadn't heard from either of her parents in two weeks. Her last letter to her father had returned unopened, a Ministry's 'improper address' stamp printed ( Read more... )

Still no word. We've heard nothing from my dad in nine days. The Ministry told my mum that his location is 'undisclosed'.

Bollocks. That's a nice way of saying they've lost him, I think. Or worse. I'm not even supposing that he's dead. I don't like to think about it.

I'm still hoping he finds some way to contact us. Or that, at least, the fucking ( Read more... )

I got an owl from my mum yesterday. Dad's been moved into Magical Law Enforcement because, and I quote, "... they needed his experience." Why do they need dad's experience? Experience in what? He's not experienced in anything that an ordinary Muggle couldn't tell you ( Read more... )

McGonnagal goads me daily about what I'm going to do with my life. She says that I'm lucky that I'm so clever, or else I'd be in serious trouble for not choosing a career field, and didn't I know that after graduation it's really too late to make a choice?

I told her that I frankly did not care, and that if all else failed, I'd go work for Fred and ( Read more... )

I hate you, John St. Claire.


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Ugh. Single again? Why yes, I am.

This whole situation with John was a lot of bother with almost no rewards. Imagine not being able to talk about school, Quidditch, or your family with a significant other? Bollocks.

Though I'm awfully lonely. Someone make plans with me before I go mad. Being back at school and away from Ottery St. Catchpole has ( Read more... )

Oh, Merlin.

No matter how many times I hear Harry and Draco... erm, together, I simply cannot get used to it. Though, I suppose, they do what pleases them, and I should try not to be bothered by it. But it's gross to the point of being vomitous. Like having to listen to Ron shag someone. Ugh.Thank  god that's never happened.

Work has been slightly ( Read more... )