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I bloody hate that arrogant, inbred, white-haired wanker. I hate that he gets under my skin and burrows. I hate that I see red everytime he opens his bloody foul mouth. I hate that he would have beat me to a bloody pulp if Professor Flitwick hadn't shown. I got cocky and let my guard down and ended up flat on my back, totally vulnerable. Well, that won't happen again...not next time, and by Merlin, there will be a next time.
Everybody's leaving for Holiday. Pretty soon it will just be me wandering this blasted castle on my own. They will all be home, celebrating a Happy Christmas...Ron, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Terry. And Ginny. We're finally together and she's going home for Holiday. Not that I don't want her to go home. I do, I'm jealous even. I'm going to miss the Burrow for Holiday. Mrs. Weasley's cooking, Ron's Cannons orange room, and a new jumper. Well, maybe not the jumper. And who am I kidding, Mrs. Weasley will just owl it to me here.
I miss Ginny already.