Girls. Don't you just hate that time of month?

Well, we're finally allowed into the grounds. Great - I can actually practise Quidditch now, and not be shut in here.

Fred, I hope you're not going to sneak into Hogsmeade and kill yourself. Think of the mess.

Daddy, George is bullying me.

I went to see Madam Pomfrey. She fixed my wrist.

I knew I should be more careful on stairs with heavy books.

I feel sick.

And guilty.

And regretful.

Poor Lo. Poor Ella. Poor Neville, seeing it all.

And, no, Michael, you can't see me at the moment. I need to be on my own.

Okay, at first Ron's fanclub was funny.

But now it's a little over the top - you do NOT need badges of my brother, you DO NOT need calendars, and he DOESN'T NEED A FANCLUB TO SWELL HIS ALREADY OVERLARGE HEAD!

I wouldn't be surprised if you did it for Charlie or Bill, but Ron...

Ahem. That is all.

Michael. That was...unexpected.

In my rush, I quite forgot about my dress!!

( Red for Gryffindor )

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Well, Ronald forced me to get this journal. And the twins. They're just lucky I didn't hex them. Especially after the incident this summer where Pigwidgeon left a dead mouse on my bed ( Read more... )