Ronald posts: I was rummaging through my stuff
when I found an old leather-bound volume. Funny how I've never seen it before, then I see the initials printed on the lower right-hand corner of the cover.
H.J.G.
I was very hesitant to open it, but what the heck. It was there waiting to be opened, wasn't it?
It was a photo album.
Hermione kept a photo album. With photos of me and her in it. Oh, there was Harry and other people there, too, but it was mostly just the two of us. But a whole lot was just me, and from the look of things, they were stolen shots. I don't remember posing for those, or even being aware of having been photographed. Who knew she'd be interested in having my photos?
We look so happy in the photos. Hermione is laughing in the one where we had a surprise birthday party for her on the Hogwarts Express.
Whatever happened to us?
I'm off. I just borrowed Bill's lambtop computer (or something along that line, I think) to check on Harry, but he's never online, and he doesn't answer my letters or take my fire-calls. Busy bloke, Harry is. As for me, I'm for London. got myself my own place (finally). A little cramped, maybe, but bugger it all, it's mine. Mum is fussing over my moving out, considering all the goings-on in the wizarding world: wizards missing, dying--and no one can find anything to help themselves with. But I need to do this. For myself. And Merlin help me if I die trying.
I saw you yesterday. Or I think I did. I just wish you'd let me see you.
We need Ron. I want him back. So let me bring him back bit by bit using Seamus' journal. Let's just assume that he is using his own journal.
For Jessy's Hermione. Happy birthday, love.
H.J.G.
I was very hesitant to open it, but what the heck. It was there waiting to be opened, wasn't it?
It was a photo album.
Hermione kept a photo album. With photos of me and her in it. Oh, there was Harry and other people there, too, but it was mostly just the two of us. But a whole lot was just me, and from the look of things, they were stolen shots. I don't remember posing for those, or even being aware of having been photographed. Who knew she'd be interested in having my photos?
We look so happy in the photos. Hermione is laughing in the one where we had a surprise birthday party for her on the Hogwarts Express.
Whatever happened to us?
I'm off. I just borrowed Bill's lambtop computer (or something along that line, I think) to check on Harry, but he's never online, and he doesn't answer my letters or take my fire-calls. Busy bloke, Harry is. As for me, I'm for London. got myself my own place (finally). A little cramped, maybe, but bugger it all, it's mine. Mum is fussing over my moving out, considering all the goings-on in the wizarding world: wizards missing, dying--and no one can find anything to help themselves with. But I need to do this. For myself. And Merlin help me if I die trying.
I saw you yesterday. Or I think I did. I just wish you'd let me see you.
We need Ron. I want him back. So let me bring him back bit by bit using Seamus' journal. Let's just assume that he is using his own journal.
For Jessy's Hermione. Happy birthday, love.