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So hell has frozen over.
No, really. It has. And how do I know? Well, let me explain to the masses that Harry, Hermione, and I have returned to the Burrow, and a certain ferret Malfoy is in my house as well. A certain Malfoy has charmed my mother and my sister, both of which I cannot believe they've fallen prey to him -- I swear, if this is some sort of sick and twisted mindfuck, he's going to regret the day he messed with my family. I do not take kindly to those who think they are better merely because of reputation and blood.
Bloody git.
At least we're back here. Spent a few days at the Granger house, which was strange -- I've never lived like a muggle before. Having to be careful about what I say and do.. Not my cup of tea. I was just.. glas to be there. With both of them, yes. It's been a long summer without knowing much of anything. Then, of course, came this Ben guy. Not going there yet.
Speaking of, It seems like it's turning out to be yet another event-filled year at Hogwarts, much to my chagrin. Why can't I ever go back there and have everything normal? Why can't Harry, Hermione and I live normal lives in which we don't have to fight evil, duel wizards, deal with mysterious long lost twins and blonde ferrets, and study magic all before we even climb into bed at night? I think I'm beginning to sound like Harry -- he's always been the one who wished for normalcy. Until now, I didn't mind that we'd have to save the Wizarding World; in fact, I downright enjoyed being in the spotlight, even if it was just second-hand. It's hard to be noticed when you have five older brothers, and even after all this time, I'm still trying to get my moment to stand out from them.
The term starts tomorrow and I couldn't be happier. I need to get out of the house, need to get away from stupid blonde arses. At least Hermione's her. She's been keeping me in check, making sure I don't wake up one day and decide to go on a murderous rampage on certain Slytherins. And I know, I'm buying into that whole Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry, I don't care. Want to tell me how wrong I am? Blow it out your bum.
.. Everytime I see him, my blood just boils. I loathe him, I will never stop loathing him. The day I get along with a Malfoy is the day the world comes to an end.
Mark your planners, mates: End of World: see when cats bark like dogs.
Yeah, I should probably mention something about the attack on the Aurory. Hard to believe, it is, that the most well-trained wizards and witches of our time were caught off guard. Never a dull moment, it seems, in a world where control-freak wizards want to take over.
Right. Enough of this blabbering. The kitchen calls to me in all of its splendor. "Come to me, Ron," it beckons. "We've got some delicious desserts waiting for you." Well, that's my cue. If you need me, you know where to find me.
No, really. It has. And how do I know? Well, let me explain to the masses that Harry, Hermione, and I have returned to the Burrow, and a certain ferret Malfoy is in my house as well. A certain Malfoy has charmed my mother and my sister, both of which I cannot believe they've fallen prey to him -- I swear, if this is some sort of sick and twisted mindfuck, he's going to regret the day he messed with my family. I do not take kindly to those who think they are better merely because of reputation and blood.
Bloody git.
At least we're back here. Spent a few days at the Granger house, which was strange -- I've never lived like a muggle before. Having to be careful about what I say and do.. Not my cup of tea. I was just.. glas to be there. With both of them, yes. It's been a long summer without knowing much of anything. Then, of course, came this Ben guy. Not going there yet.
Speaking of, It seems like it's turning out to be yet another event-filled year at Hogwarts, much to my chagrin. Why can't I ever go back there and have everything normal? Why can't Harry, Hermione and I live normal lives in which we don't have to fight evil, duel wizards, deal with mysterious long lost twins and blonde ferrets, and study magic all before we even climb into bed at night? I think I'm beginning to sound like Harry -- he's always been the one who wished for normalcy. Until now, I didn't mind that we'd have to save the Wizarding World; in fact, I downright enjoyed being in the spotlight, even if it was just second-hand. It's hard to be noticed when you have five older brothers, and even after all this time, I'm still trying to get my moment to stand out from them.
The term starts tomorrow and I couldn't be happier. I need to get out of the house, need to get away from stupid blonde arses. At least Hermione's her. She's been keeping me in check, making sure I don't wake up one day and decide to go on a murderous rampage on certain Slytherins. And I know, I'm buying into that whole Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry, I don't care. Want to tell me how wrong I am? Blow it out your bum.
.. Everytime I see him, my blood just boils. I loathe him, I will never stop loathing him. The day I get along with a Malfoy is the day the world comes to an end.
Mark your planners, mates: End of World: see when cats bark like dogs.
Yeah, I should probably mention something about the attack on the Aurory. Hard to believe, it is, that the most well-trained wizards and witches of our time were caught off guard. Never a dull moment, it seems, in a world where control-freak wizards want to take over.
Right. Enough of this blabbering. The kitchen calls to me in all of its splendor. "Come to me, Ron," it beckons. "We've got some delicious desserts waiting for you." Well, that's my cue. If you need me, you know where to find me.