June 1st - June 19th
It's almost summer! The last few weeks of school have come, and students will need to study hard for their final exams! Don't let up yet, or your grades won't be what you want them to. Of course, the weather is almost perfect and pristine, in attempts to lure students away from their studies.
Re: Memoirs of a Girl -- The Diary of Ginny Weasley
December 23rd, 2008
Dear Diary,
I can't believe I'm finding myself writing once again in a diary. I haven't written my thoughts on the pages of a book since I was eleven years old, for obvious reasons. But here, isolated, alone, I find that I have nothing else that I can do.
Diary, I'm haunted by memories. Memories of my past, nightmares of my future, they won't leave me alone. I see them at night when I dream, yet when I wake up in the morning, they still lurk. They still loom over me like a dark storm cloud, threatening to pour all hell down at any given moment. I can't stand it. I can't take it anymore. I want them to go away. I want to forget. I want everything to just leave me be.
I'm not the same person I used to be. Which is the picture to the left by the way. I don't know why I felt the need to attach a mugshot of myself from the seventh year, but since I'm discussing my past, I figured why not. But I'm not the same person anymore. I'm not the same Ginny. Hell I should go by Ginevra just to distinguish the difference. If I'm so different, then why can't she just let me be? Why do her trivial trials and sufferings have to haunt me so?
I still love him. I wish I could see him just one more time and try to explain myself. If he would even listen. Maybe I just love him still because he was my first love. Your first love never dies. But no, it never dies in a different way than this. Different than that my heart wouldn't ache for him so every single day.
Merlin, I've lost my mind. Let's talk abot something else.
I finally talked to Percy again, the slimy, disgusting, git. He's been camped out here, barricading himself in his office as the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Give me a moment to say, what the bloody hell? How on earth did he score that position. It had to be Fudge's doing, without a doubt. Fudge probably wanted a Ministry foothold in Hogwarts, and Percy's the only git stupid enough to do exactly what his superiors tell him. Bugger it all.
But in my talk with him, I convinced him to give me a job as the History of Magic teacher here at Hogwarts. Oh joy. I bloody hate History of Magic, but it's the only thing I can really do. I suppose I'll just have to live with it. I'll probably pass out in front of my entire class the day that break is over. Oh Merlin, save me.
It's getting late. Not that late is new for me, but I figure I need to go to bed by at the latest, three AM. Which is coming in fifteen minutes.
Re: Memoirs of a Girl -- The Diary of Ginny Weasley
December 24th, 2008
Dear Diary,
I spent some time with one of my colleagues tonight, Andre Kumocoo. We played one of the age old games of Exploding Snap. Exciting, huh? Andre seems like an extremely nice guy, maybe a bit on the reserved side, but usually those ones are the best. They're not cocky, arrogant, blind with pride... Well, the cocky/arrogant times can be extremely attractive at times, but usually those are the kinds that your mum warned you about when you were thirteen years old. The kind that were horrible to get involved with because all they cared about was themselves and their track record with females. And they would chew you up and spit you out without a single thought or care. . I've learned that they're not as bad as mum made them seem, but still a bit dangerous.
I found another old picture of me. It’s like they’re appearing everywhere. Maybe it’s because I’ve actually taken the effort to unpack some things that I haven’t looked at in five years. But this one was just after I graduated. I was still obsessed and into the short hair phase. A lot of romantic interests said it made me look spunky and sexy, which is probably why I liked it so much. If I ever cut my hair that short again, I think I would have to hurt myself. It just wouldn’t look right.
Anyways, I started feeling guilty tonight. I haven’t been home for Christmas for years, but it doesn’t seem right to just...appear home this year. I miss mum and dad. And Ron, and Charlie and Bill. I mean, I still see Fred and George. They’re not that far away. But everyone else is just...in their own world now. Not that I can blame them, I am too.
The memories are still haunting me about this place. They made my skin crawl. I wish I could get out of here, get out of here right now. But I can’t. I at least have to get through the semester. Hell, I haven’t even started teaching classes yet! That part, I’m really not looking forward to.
I don't know why I felt the need to attach a mugshot of myself from the seventh year, but since I'm discussing my past, I figured why not. But I'm not the same person anymore. I'm not the same Ginny. Hell I should go by Ginevra just to distinguish the difference. If I'm so different, then why can't she just let me be? Why do her trivial trials and sufferings have to haunt me so?
I've learned that they're not as bad as mum made them seem, but still a bit dangerous. 
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