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I had planned on getting up at 7:00 this morning to borrow Fred's new broomstick and fly a few laps and get in a bit of practice. However, I slept through my alarm somehow and didn't get up until 11:00. Hermione had already been up for hours, and I was a little bit annoyed that she didn't wake me up sooner, but she probably thought I would have wanted to sleep in. Waking up late became a problem the moment I tried to get something to eat. Fleur was in the kitchen looking through a book of wedding cake designs with mum, I guess she's still finalyzing the designs, and I couldn't sneak around her to get a cupcake or something edible out of the pantry. Naturally, Fleur played the food nazi and had me eat some Oatmeal. It was really thick, and sort of disgusting. I only ate a few bites, and she got all flustered and let me have half of a grapefruit. She says she's found another dress she likes that she's going to have me try on later, but not till tomorrow or so. I'm grateful.
I ripped a hole in the knee of my favorite blue jeans trying to get Pig to come out of a tree so I could send a letter. I was obviously pretty frustrated, and I never did get Pig out of the tree. I figure I'll just cut a little bit off the bottom of my old jeans that don't still fit, sew the patch on from the inside, and call it "good." I'm still pretty irked, but life goes on. Stupid tree.
Harry's coming soon, he says. A few days if he gets back okay, which I would hope for anyway. He says his search hasn't turned up much yet, but I can't help but think he's getting closer. Hope, at least. I wish he would tell us more about what he's doing, but if he thinks it's important to keep it secret, I'll respect his decision. For now, anyway.
Ron and Hermione are downstairs probably snogging, so I'll probably look for Pig again and see about that letter. See you around.
-Ginny
I ripped a hole in the knee of my favorite blue jeans trying to get Pig to come out of a tree so I could send a letter. I was obviously pretty frustrated, and I never did get Pig out of the tree. I figure I'll just cut a little bit off the bottom of my old jeans that don't still fit, sew the patch on from the inside, and call it "good." I'm still pretty irked, but life goes on. Stupid tree.
Harry's coming soon, he says. A few days if he gets back okay, which I would hope for anyway. He says his search hasn't turned up much yet, but I can't help but think he's getting closer. Hope, at least. I wish he would tell us more about what he's doing, but if he thinks it's important to keep it secret, I'll respect his decision. For now, anyway.
Ron and Hermione are downstairs probably snogging, so I'll probably look for Pig again and see about that letter. See you around.
-Ginny