RP: Second Time's a Charm
Date: Thursday, 31 February 1999
Characters: Ginny Weasley
Location: Hogwarts
Status: Private
Summary: Ginny tries again.
Completion: Complete
Dear Diary,
Thank you for being normal. Seeing as how I didn't experience any periods of blackouts, no paint has splattered the walls, and no one is stiff as stone in the infirmary, I guess you're just a book. I have to have a sense of humor about that, you see... Otherwise the darkness feels too close.
Nothing much to report to you today. I studied. Visited the library. Saw Luna. Talked about Greg. The usual.
Ron's birthday is tomorrow. Suppose I'll send him an owl. I heard he was having a party, but seeing as how I'm trapped here, I won't be able to attend. I might be tempted to drink anyway. One demon at a time I say.
Tonight it's quiet in the tower, and I feel a little lonely. Sometimes I wish I had a hand to hold, a voice to whisper things that no one else can hear and then we giggle late into the night. Maybe it's silly. There are so many other things that are more important...but I still miss that sort of abandon.
Goodnight, Diary. Thanks again. I won't say you're my friend, but you're quiet, and that's perfect.
Characters: Ginny Weasley
Location: Hogwarts
Status: Private
Summary: Ginny tries again.
Completion: Complete
Dear Diary,
Thank you for being normal. Seeing as how I didn't experience any periods of blackouts, no paint has splattered the walls, and no one is stiff as stone in the infirmary, I guess you're just a book. I have to have a sense of humor about that, you see... Otherwise the darkness feels too close.
Nothing much to report to you today. I studied. Visited the library. Saw Luna. Talked about Greg. The usual.
Ron's birthday is tomorrow. Suppose I'll send him an owl. I heard he was having a party, but seeing as how I'm trapped here, I won't be able to attend. I might be tempted to drink anyway. One demon at a time I say.
Tonight it's quiet in the tower, and I feel a little lonely. Sometimes I wish I had a hand to hold, a voice to whisper things that no one else can hear and then we giggle late into the night. Maybe it's silly. There are so many other things that are more important...but I still miss that sort of abandon.
Goodnight, Diary. Thanks again. I won't say you're my friend, but you're quiet, and that's perfect.