RP: Time To Grow Up-Journal Entry
Title: Time to Grow Up-Journal Entry
Date: August 2, 1998
Time of Day: 10:00 PM
Characters: Ron Weasley (mentions of Hermione and Harry)
Location: The Pond at the Burrow
Status: Reflective
Brief Summary: Ron finds satisfaction in working.
Completion: Complete
I wanted to spend a bit of time alone tonight so I left the house shortly after dinner, this journal hidden way in a stack of Martin the Muggle comics and headed down here to the pond. It's rather peaceful here and I can actually hear myself think despite the mosquito's hovering just outside the Volatilis Insectus charm I cast around myself.
I started this journal just after Harry witnessed my worst fears. Hermione gave me the idea really because of my temper she thought it would be helpful to write my feelings down instead of keeping them all bottled up. So, I reckon that's what I'm doing here really, gathering my thoughts, and putting quill to parchment.
I feel completely mental doing it especially after what happened to Ginny with that bloody diary of Tom Riddle's but Hermione assured me that this was a Muggle notebook.
Harry got a letter from Professor McGonagall about taking our Newts. I'm not sure how I feel about it and I'm not completely sure Harry's going to go back. I'm going to have to decide if I want to take my NEWTS and consider going into Auror Training or not. I'm not going to make any decision based on what anyone else is doing. It's time to put the things of my childhood away and think about the future, yeah?
I'm off to a start though-I got paid for the first time today and it was a great feeling. It was mine, my money that I had earned, and it was really cool that it wasn't my Mum and Dad giving it to me. I walked through Diagon Alley after my shift and looked in the shoppe windows trying to decide what I wanted to buy. I strolled up and down the cobbled streets and lingered in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies for so long the owner came out and asked that I stop blocking the window.
I fully intended to buy myself something, I mean fifty-one galleons, fourteen sickles, and thirteen knuts is nothing to sneeze but something wouldn't let me. No one could have been more surprised than me when I marched up the steps to Gringotts and got myself a vault. I put all but ten galleons, five sickles, and eight Knuts into Vault Number Six. It's a small vault but I certainly felt like the richest Wizard in the world when I stepped back into Diagon Alley. I'm only kept as much out as I did because I'm hoping to take Hermione out on a real date sometime. I mean we've never dated really. If I do return for my NEWTS I want to buy my own supplies this year to help out Mum and Dad. I'm of age now and they shouldn't have to keep buying everything for me.
I also want to get a place of my own, it would be brilliant to live with Harry, but I wouldn't ask him. I love my parents and the Burrow but I've gotten use to a certain amount of freedom. It's really hard having Mum looking over my shoulder all the time and nagging me to trim my fringe. It would be nice to have a bit of privacy for the first time in my life. I mean I'll have to learn how to do a few things for myself like laundry. I really don't want Hermione washing my clothes again, right embarrassing that was last summer, and I'll need to learn a few housecleaning charms.
It's strange I always thought being an Auror would be really brilliant-you know being the best of the best. Now, I wonder if being the best isn't a bit overrated. I mean isn't being happy more important? I think that working with Harry would be the best and it would be strange not spending my days with him but I'm not sure I'm suited to being an Auror. I hesitated when it came time to destroy that locket.
I have loads to think about don't I?
If I go back and take my NEWTS at least being an Auror won't be out of the question. I'm really listening to what Dad says about the changes at the Ministry and I have to confess I'd really like to go after the bastard that killed Fred.
I'll have to write Hermione an owl tomorrow. This getting up at seven in the morning when you're not in school is just unnatural and I'm so tired that I think I'm going to head off to bed early tonight.
Date: August 2, 1998
Time of Day: 10:00 PM
Characters: Ron Weasley (mentions of Hermione and Harry)
Location: The Pond at the Burrow
Status: Reflective
Brief Summary: Ron finds satisfaction in working.
Completion: Complete
I wanted to spend a bit of time alone tonight so I left the house shortly after dinner, this journal hidden way in a stack of Martin the Muggle comics and headed down here to the pond. It's rather peaceful here and I can actually hear myself think despite the mosquito's hovering just outside the Volatilis Insectus charm I cast around myself.
I started this journal just after Harry witnessed my worst fears. Hermione gave me the idea really because of my temper she thought it would be helpful to write my feelings down instead of keeping them all bottled up. So, I reckon that's what I'm doing here really, gathering my thoughts, and putting quill to parchment.
I feel completely mental doing it especially after what happened to Ginny with that bloody diary of Tom Riddle's but Hermione assured me that this was a Muggle notebook.
Harry got a letter from Professor McGonagall about taking our Newts. I'm not sure how I feel about it and I'm not completely sure Harry's going to go back. I'm going to have to decide if I want to take my NEWTS and consider going into Auror Training or not. I'm not going to make any decision based on what anyone else is doing. It's time to put the things of my childhood away and think about the future, yeah?
I'm off to a start though-I got paid for the first time today and it was a great feeling. It was mine, my money that I had earned, and it was really cool that it wasn't my Mum and Dad giving it to me. I walked through Diagon Alley after my shift and looked in the shoppe windows trying to decide what I wanted to buy. I strolled up and down the cobbled streets and lingered in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies for so long the owner came out and asked that I stop blocking the window.
I fully intended to buy myself something, I mean fifty-one galleons, fourteen sickles, and thirteen knuts is nothing to sneeze but something wouldn't let me. No one could have been more surprised than me when I marched up the steps to Gringotts and got myself a vault. I put all but ten galleons, five sickles, and eight Knuts into Vault Number Six. It's a small vault but I certainly felt like the richest Wizard in the world when I stepped back into Diagon Alley. I'm only kept as much out as I did because I'm hoping to take Hermione out on a real date sometime. I mean we've never dated really. If I do return for my NEWTS I want to buy my own supplies this year to help out Mum and Dad. I'm of age now and they shouldn't have to keep buying everything for me.
I also want to get a place of my own, it would be brilliant to live with Harry, but I wouldn't ask him. I love my parents and the Burrow but I've gotten use to a certain amount of freedom. It's really hard having Mum looking over my shoulder all the time and nagging me to trim my fringe. It would be nice to have a bit of privacy for the first time in my life. I mean I'll have to learn how to do a few things for myself like laundry. I really don't want Hermione washing my clothes again, right embarrassing that was last summer, and I'll need to learn a few housecleaning charms.
It's strange I always thought being an Auror would be really brilliant-you know being the best of the best. Now, I wonder if being the best isn't a bit overrated. I mean isn't being happy more important? I think that working with Harry would be the best and it would be strange not spending my days with him but I'm not sure I'm suited to being an Auror. I hesitated when it came time to destroy that locket.
I have loads to think about don't I?
If I go back and take my NEWTS at least being an Auror won't be out of the question. I'm really listening to what Dad says about the changes at the Ministry and I have to confess I'd really like to go after the bastard that killed Fred.
I'll have to write Hermione an owl tomorrow. This getting up at seven in the morning when you're not in school is just unnatural and I'm so tired that I think I'm going to head off to bed early tonight.