RP: Journal Entry #1
Date: Wednesday, 30 February 1999
Characters: Ginny Weasley
Location: Hogwarts
Status: Private
Summary: Ginny tries to write for cathartic reasons.
Completion: Complete
Ginny sat on the stairs leading to Hogwarts' front doors. An empty journal rested on her lap and she tapped a quill against its hard cover. The counselors had been encouraging her to write in a journal, to record her thoughts--possibly get rid of any counterproductive emotions she might have lingering around inside her.
But honestly, writing in a journal made her want to scream. She'd explained to them about her first year at Hogwarts. Surely, they would understand. But they insisted she must conquer her fears.
She closed her eyes, exhaled a huge breath, and opened the book. Nothing happened. No words appeared, no voice from the parchment arose...maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She lifted her quill and began to write.
Dear Diary,
I sincerely hope you're just a diary. If you're not, I may never trust a book again. I may set fire to the library in a disappointed rage.
Let's try this again. Ordinary things--that's what the counselors said to write. Today is Wednesday. The sun it setting and the sky is the color of copper. I went flying this afternoon. It makes me happy.
I saw a boy today, a Hufflepuff I think. He smiled in me in that way that made me take a second look at him. Nice arse. But then I thought of Neville. And it pissed me off. I really don't have time for boys right now. I want to focus on my school. I want to make something of myself. I don't want to be a nobody forever.
I really should try and have lunch with Ron soon. Or Bill even. I'm looking forward to having a home weekend soon. A nice, warm homecooked meal sounds excellent right now.
I've been thinking of taking lunch with Hermione one Saturday. Or just talking to her. That relationship has felt strained for too long. I don't want her to hate avoid me anymore. I don't want to be that girl that everyone is afraid will blow up at any moment.
Am I still that girl?
Goodnight, Diary. Remember what I said. If you're more than a diary, I swear I will set the world on fire. Once was far more than enough.
Characters: Ginny Weasley
Location: Hogwarts
Status: Private
Summary: Ginny tries to write for cathartic reasons.
Completion: Complete
Ginny sat on the stairs leading to Hogwarts' front doors. An empty journal rested on her lap and she tapped a quill against its hard cover. The counselors had been encouraging her to write in a journal, to record her thoughts--possibly get rid of any counterproductive emotions she might have lingering around inside her.
But honestly, writing in a journal made her want to scream. She'd explained to them about her first year at Hogwarts. Surely, they would understand. But they insisted she must conquer her fears.
She closed her eyes, exhaled a huge breath, and opened the book. Nothing happened. No words appeared, no voice from the parchment arose...maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She lifted her quill and began to write.
Dear Diary,
I sincerely hope you're just a diary. If you're not, I may never trust a book again. I may set fire to the library in a disappointed rage.
Let's try this again. Ordinary things--that's what the counselors said to write. Today is Wednesday. The sun it setting and the sky is the color of copper. I went flying this afternoon. It makes me happy.
I saw a boy today, a Hufflepuff I think. He smiled in me in that way that made me take a second look at him. Nice arse. But then I thought of Neville. And it pissed me off. I really don't have time for boys right now. I want to focus on my school. I want to make something of myself. I don't want to be a nobody forever.
I really should try and have lunch with Ron soon. Or Bill even. I'm looking forward to having a home weekend soon. A nice, warm homecooked meal sounds excellent right now.
I've been thinking of taking lunch with Hermione one Saturday. Or just talking to her. That relationship has felt strained for too long. I don't want her to hate avoid me anymore. I don't want to be that girl that everyone is afraid will blow up at any moment.
Am I still that girl?
Goodnight, Diary. Remember what I said. If you're more than a diary, I swear I will set the world on fire. Once was far more than enough.