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[29 Jun 2004|03:42am]
[ mood | amost compete ]

I'm sorry, I hardy ever overseep, but I was so caught up in speaking to Mummy for those 73 seconds of sience that it sipped my mind that most peope had aready managed to rise with the sun whether they fet up to it or not. And Ginny was hoding my hand and taking to me about some azure coloured dragonfies she found not far from the Whomping Willow (they go courting there you know). It was a good story. I wanted to see how it ended.

I think I might have eft something behind, though. I wish it weren't so, but some things are hard to come back from in one piece.

You understand, don't you?

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June 20 [20 Jun 2004|02:24pm]
[ mood | missed ]

They told me I will get an O on my journal because I was writing in it before anyone could even read it. Thoughts must be worth more when you keep them to yourself. Daddy wouldn't agree, but when I make him breakfast this summer he might warm up to the idea.

I heard all about the wedding from Ginny. I asked if we could call Percy and Penelope Percelope now and she laughed until my hair curled. Evan tried to take a picture but Colin was asleep at the time.

Does anyone know if I can take the N.E.W.T.s tomorrow? I think it would be good practise for next year. Last year a Hufflepuff was so nervous she threw up in six different colours and I would hate to miss something like that if it happened again.

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but not to me, not directly [30 May 2004|08:49pm]
[ mood | memorised ]

Slytherins are very creative aren't they. Which is surprising when you consider how hard it is to tell them apart. I could never pick Draco Malfoy out of a lineup. Not unless he spoke which he probably would.

I confessed to Ginny about my extra-long toes and luckily she knew about them all along. If only there was a piano in this place so I could show her how I can play heart and soul, all with my toes. I used to know a little moonlight sonata but I am out of practise. The toes forget much faster than the fingers. Sad, really.

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It's come to [14 May 2004|03:15am]
[ mood | left ]

Everyone's talking about leavings and lasts. Last week, last night, last quidditch match, Astronomy last evening, last to see the rat.

Leave and go quickly and some of us will stay and sort through what is left and what lasts.

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three, five [25 Apr 2004|03:26pm]
[ mood | learned ]

Before I left to come back to school Daddy told me this is growing-up time. He meant for me but maybe for everyone. Ronald thank you for bringing my glasses because I went to my bedroom and fetched them out from under my elephant pillow and came downstairs and gave them to Daddy to keep safe. He's been looking for them for years you know. I think he suspected I had them but he never said as much.

It was right before I turned ten that I saw Mummy leave us. She went out with a bang, just like she wanted. Exploding potions can accomplish all sorts of things. Anyway that was a tuesday and ever since I've not liked tuesdays much. But after that I found Mummy's glasses in the kitchen planter and tried them on and Daddy was cross and apple red and he would pull them right off my nose and go hide them away. But I always found them. I was better at finding than he was at hiding.

So things are very blue now, moreso for others than me. I never thought I'd see the list of people I miss number more than one. I never even knew George and Charlie, not very, but I knew the idea of them. They were a good idea and there really aren't enough of those in this world, or that's what I'm learning at least.

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[17 Apr 2004|08:05pm]
[ mood | colourless ]

It can't be my Weasley. There's another who lived in the deserts of Austrailia I'm told, right outside amongst the wallabies, no less. It must have been that one, not mine. Daddy is looking into it. He calls The Daily Prophet by a different name, The Daily Rubbish, which is very funny when he says it in that nasal voice he likes to pretend with sometimes.

It really can't be my Weasley.

Why does nothing look pink as it usually does?

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
And I to nurse the barren memory
Of unkissed kisses and songs never sung.

Silentium Amoris

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[27 Mar 2004|02:29pm]
[ mood | dared ]

It is never a good idea to open dresser drawers first thing in the morning. If something is missing it can make the day seem that much longer. Usually when something goes missing I have hope that the borrower will be swift to return, but in this case I can only hope that nothing gets broken.

In my serenade I told Ginny that I love all stools equally. Because stools are a lot like people, only with fewer legs; they all function the same and yet can look very different in size, shape, and colour. Some are unsteady when you sit upon them, but that makes it all the more exciting somehow, the possibility of tipping over and bumping your head. And others are very pretty to look at, and are comfortable and forgiving to sit on. Really, how could anyone choose between stools?

The Tuesday blues have come early. Lucky for me I've got lots of tomato rings. Colin made some and they're nice. Is today a good day to admit that I'm in love with Weasley? I could have waited until Tuesday but if the blues are early then why not me?

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This is it. [25 Feb 2004|01:41am]
[ mood | done ]

It's a survey, and I've been working on it for a while now. I hope you like it.

It's a surveyCollapse )

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[09 Feb 2004|09:55am]
[ mood | without ]

Oh what a quiet disaster. I never before noticed how ugly the castle is. My feet were really never cold like this before either, and I'd put on some socks but I don't like socks anymore. And I don't care about things like dry ice and or what happens with the moon hits the horizon. I don't feel like rumpling my hair into interesting shapes.

Someone stole my glasses.

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December 25. [25 Dec 2003|04:05am]
[ mood | young ]

Happy Birthday, Loony Lovegood.

From all of you.

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November 18. [18 Nov 2003|08:29am]
[ mood | friendly ]

I think I want to move to Gryffindor, I'm almost brave enough for it. Especially on Tuesdays, I think, those are my brave days. I spent the night in Ginny's dorm and it was just like summer days again. Not the recent summer, the ones before, because Soblessa left her in this one. I feel like I made a friend who is no longer there, you know, because I slept in Soblessa's bed. Daddy said to me once that to really know a person, the best way is to get in their beds. Now I know what he meant.

This week I'm going to be Evan Landgreen's friend. Last week I was Draco Malfoy's friend because Ronald believed in him. He doesn't seem to do so anymore so it will be Evan Landgreen now. Ginny really likes him, she told me all about it, even if he doesn't smell like flowers much. I reckon it is all right for boys not to smell like flowers, isn't it? I just thought Ginny like not-boys, you know. So much can change in one day, probably more so in Romania. It's a good thing I've mastered the skill of sole reading. Ginny's says she is rather ticklish and I'm not really.

There seem to be a lot of drama going on with the professors. I wish they wouldn't share so much because I didn't ask. It's odd when adults surprise you and you remember they were just like you once and maybe nothing very much had changed since then. Then again, it makes it a lot less scary when Daddy says it will soon be time for me to grow up, you know? Sometimes I wish I had ticklish feet, too. Other times I wish every day was like the day I found Ronald floating in the lake in his Basketball costume after Halloween. It was so funny!

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October 8. [07 Oct 2003|07:27pm]
[ mood | watched ]

I haven't had a lot to say here because the walls now have ears. It's hard to be honest when people are watching, you know, but at least that means I can be honest with myself. Daddy says not everyone can say that, so it's a good thing, I suppose.

It's also a good thing I like Quidditch, it's the only thing anyone's ever talked about the past month, hasn't it? I thought of going for the tryouts but then I remembered I don't play it, I just like making hats to cheer teams on. I suppose I could fly with the hats but they are rather heavy, and now that Ginny is on the Gryffindor team, I know which games to make my best hats for. The Weasley Queen!

Other than Quidditch, life goes on as usual, as always. Classes are the same since nothing ever happens in Ravenclaw classrooms. Whatever will I give to have Professor Snape pick on me! Or to have Ronald in my class! Harry Potter really is a lucky boy, isn't he? Justin Finch-Fletchley attacked Ronald during Herbology a couple of days ago and gave him a bloody nose. Ronald got really mad, you know, but I stopped him from murdering Justin by inviting him for a game of chess. He won, of course, because he's Ronald.

Daddy keeps sending me owls asking about Professor Black and Professor Lupin's love life. I said I don't know what's going on because their journals are rather boring.

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September 11. [11 Sep 2003|12:08pm]
[ mood | led ]

THIS YEAR IS THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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September 1. [01 Sep 2003|10:00pm]
[ mood | discovered ]

Ginny looks happy again and she sat with me on the train today. I'll sit with Lisa Turpin next time, if she likes. Ginny was in quite a bit of a state because Harry Potter and Ronald missed the train. They were suppose to meet her at the station, she said, but she reckoned they must have overslept. I didn't worry about it very much. Ronald passed his Apparation exam, you know.

Margret Sands and friends kept pointing at my tomato rings today. Now I can't find them. It's rather rude of them to take without asking, isn't it? I would have given them to her, I don't even like tomatoes very much. I just wanted to wear something red to ward off Monday Blues.

Looks like the community found me. Hi everybody, what do you want?

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August 31. [31 Aug 2003|01:04pm]
[ mood | uneasy ]

Daughters of Kings don't just die, you know. She ought to find everyone rude for thinking so. If everyone watches your every move and you wanted some quiet, you'd go somewhere nobody can see, wouldn't you? It must be rather cold there this time of the year without soulars.

I’ll be seeing Ginny again on Monday, I do hope she remembers my name. If she doesn't, I think I'll sit with Lisa Turpin. She's the Head Girl this year, you know, and a Ravenclaw. I hope she has holes in her robes.

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August 19. [19 Aug 2003|12:03pm]
[ mood | polite ]

Professor Black has been cheating on Professor Lupin, does he know? Daddy wants to set up an interview with them about unfaithful spouses. I’m not really sure how to ask them about it without sounding rude.

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August 6. [06 Aug 2003|01:02am]
[ mood | tickled ]

LMAO Poor Ronald! Daddy says he’ll kidnap me to lure mum back, too. LMAO

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July 31. [31 Jul 2003|12:57am]
[ mood | else ]

Happy Birthday, Harry Potter. I think I’ll bake you a birthday cake for myself. I hope you didn’t blow out the last candle on your cake. A parrotoach lays an egg each time you do. Nobody likes them, you know.

Professor Dumbledore's party was very much fun. Ernie Macmillan left himself signed in on his journal so I used it for a while. That was rather nice of him to do that, wasn't it? I didn't stay long because Ginny was there and I didn't want to make her sad by seeing me. I'll change my name to NotSoblessa, if she likes.

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July 15. [15 Jul 2003|12:50pm]
[ mood | foiled ]

I don’t like summer very much. I’ve put up signs before the school term ended but I didn’t get all my belongings back. I think the thieves got robbed. I guess they deserved it. I’d go over to The Burrow but Ginny’s still sad. I’m really good at making sad people feel worse and I like her, so I’ll stay home with Daddy. He only gets sad once a year and it’s not in summer.

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June 29. [29 Jun 2003|12:45am]
[ mood | mum ]

Harry Potter is found and alive. Soblessa is dead. I don’t really know either of them well but Ginny hasn’t stopped crying in days. Soblessa was her best friend, you know. I’m not sure whether to be the replacement or to find a replacement. If she had a chance to sacrifice Harry’s life for Soblessa, would she do it?

I've sent many owls to Daddy the past few days. He was really worried, even though I was never in the Missing list. He's scared that I'll leave him for mum, you know. I told him about Soblessa and he said to tell Ginny that the dead are never really gone. He says that about mum, too, but I'm the only one who believes that.

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