Well, this is a rare treat, well, partially rare. We currently have two guests at the Burrow. Draco, of course, looks wonderful. I finally understand Mum's prattling on about the glowing. He's also being fed. Whatever it is, it must be good. Malfoy's don't eat substandard. Speaking of substandard, Mum's trifles have been carefully removed ( Read more... )

I have a plan. It's a bad plan, but it is a plan. I'm going to have to talk to Fred and George later. That's the one thing I'm not looking forward to. Well, there are more things I'm not looking forward to, but they're the only members of my family that I would try talking to. Mum doesn't count ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder how much was an act and how much was real. I know it's stupid, and Dad would flip. That doesn't keep me from wondering. Now that we're back at the Burrow, it's horribly lonely, and I think about things. I really shouldn't don't miss him ( Read more... )

I hate packing. I think I need a "new" trunk or Mum needs to mend it again. The split on the side it getting worse. I'm almost afraid to pack all my books in it. I've gotten my uniforms in and my quills and parchments, but the books... Oh well. If it breaks, maybe I'll get a new-second hand one ( Read more... )

Sometimes he worries me. I know that he and Harry are best friends, but if he keeps saying things like this and this, he might drive Harry away. I can't speak for Ron, but I think that would really hurt him a lot. I can't stand that he would be hurt, and I can't stand that Harry might be hurt by Ron. But Draco is Harry's husband, and it isn't ( Read more... )

No one's forgotten you! *hugs* We're all here! Well, you'll see soon enough!

Love,
Ginny