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What a week!
Everything's slowly coming round though especially with Ron - we drew up our contracts and somehow that seems to have mended things between him and Ginny. He's even sort of civil to me which is more than I expected, to be honest. But that's not the point, the point is that Ginny has her brother back, so all is well.
Well, unless you're a certain sneaky Slytherin. Who'd have thought a dressing-down by little Colin Creevey could make the Great Draco Malfoy turn tail and run off to hide? I'll admit that Colin might have gone a bit off the deep end but I'm not much sorry for Draco. He's had that coming for ages, even if he doesn't think so. Still, glad Harry hauled Colin off somewhere to calm him down. That could have gotten much worse before it got any better.
Ginny has gone back to Gryffindor which is good for her but lonely for me, I miss her terribly. She's too shy to mention it but I will - last weekend when she and Harry and Professor Lupin and I went out to play a bit of nighttime Quidditch, Ginny saved me from falling off my broom! I turned too swiftly I think and nearly toppled right over, and it would have been a nasty fall had Ginny not swooped up next to me and propped me back up. I was so grateful, of course. And because Harry and Professor Lupin were suddenly so interested in the stars or the trees or whatever, Ginny crabbed the Quaffle and made a goal, right under their noses! That's my girl.
Terry Boot has been pinching my eyeliner again, and my perfume and now one of my choker necklaces. If he had enough hair I'd offer up my chopsticks as well but somehow I don't think those fit his modus operandi of darknessandpain. I think those purple Beans are starting to go to his head. Though to ease his addled mind, the dragon in the Great Hall this morning was real. And really quite lovely.
All right, I'm due to meet up with Ginny, best sign off from here and go look for her.
Everything's slowly coming round though especially with Ron - we drew up our contracts and somehow that seems to have mended things between him and Ginny. He's even sort of civil to me which is more than I expected, to be honest. But that's not the point, the point is that Ginny has her brother back, so all is well.
Well, unless you're a certain sneaky Slytherin. Who'd have thought a dressing-down by little Colin Creevey could make the Great Draco Malfoy turn tail and run off to hide? I'll admit that Colin might have gone a bit off the deep end but I'm not much sorry for Draco. He's had that coming for ages, even if he doesn't think so. Still, glad Harry hauled Colin off somewhere to calm him down. That could have gotten much worse before it got any better.
Ginny has gone back to Gryffindor which is good for her but lonely for me, I miss her terribly. She's too shy to mention it but I will - last weekend when she and Harry and Professor Lupin and I went out to play a bit of nighttime Quidditch, Ginny saved me from falling off my broom! I turned too swiftly I think and nearly toppled right over, and it would have been a nasty fall had Ginny not swooped up next to me and propped me back up. I was so grateful, of course. And because Harry and Professor Lupin were suddenly so interested in the stars or the trees or whatever, Ginny crabbed the Quaffle and made a goal, right under their noses! That's my girl.
Terry Boot has been pinching my eyeliner again, and my perfume and now one of my choker necklaces. If he had enough hair I'd offer up my chopsticks as well but somehow I don't think those fit his modus operandi of darknessandpain. I think those purple Beans are starting to go to his head. Though to ease his addled mind, the dragon in the Great Hall this morning was real. And really quite lovely.
All right, I'm due to meet up with Ginny, best sign off from here and go look for her.