It’s a conspiracy.

I’m more and more ruddy sure of it every day.
( Conspiracy Theory )

Today was... well, it was brilliant. I have to admit, at first I didn't like the idea of the whole big wedding thing, but when I saw Hermione walking down the aisle - all the thoughts I'd had about wanting to elope just left. Like I had been Obliviated. And seeing the happiness in Mum and Dad's faces was worth it too. I'm so glad that they were ( Read more... )

For days now, I've been talking to myself about it. How I'm not going to let myself be nervous. That pretty much everyone there at the wedding will be someone who knows and cares about us and should therefore want everything to go well. That everything will go well because, after all, Hermione's in charge and Merlin knows she's one brilliant ( Read more... )

Ergh. Night before the wedding. It's been great to have Mum and Dad around again and to spend some time with family. But I'm sorry to say I'm getting really pretty tired of talking about only wedding stuff - and I know tonight's likely to be the worst, especially where Mum's concerned. She's going to be all frantic asking me if Hermione took care ( Read more... )

Bloody hell. There are aches where I never knew there were muscles before. Even my worst run days with HRAT were nothing like the paces the trainers put us through. I know they're trying to ready us to become Aurors in a month instead of three years because so many Aurors were killed, but I would think that would keep them from trying to kill us ( Read more... )

At least it's only a half-day today, I keep telling myself. That means I can go home, let my poor battered body rest for a few extra hours, get some extra sleep maybe and some extra food...Though I'm not sure any amount of those things is going to even skim the surface of repairing the kind of damage and physical shock our grueling training has put ( Read more... )

Although there's still a little bit of light in the sky, everything down here on the ground is dark, including our hut at the reserve. I glance toward the back where the bedroom is, wondering if maybe Hermione was back there reading or getting ready for bed or getting changed or something, but there's nothing there either ( Read more... )

I don't bother with stopping at 'one of those days'. It's been one of those weeks. But somehow I had a feeling it'd be like this. Waiting just blows ( Read more... )

This whole thing is making me mental. George and Fred told me the WWW delivery is huge, and all those orders have to get to the Hogwarts students before they head home on the Hogwarts Express on Friday. But I haven't got the owl to signal the delivery yet, the ruddy thing is supposed to be here by now, it's getting late in the day, and even later ( Read more... )

Potions. Never my favorite class, though for some reason, I never did that bad in it - erm, okay, make that that I slipped by with a pass. But any class taught by the likes of Snape for all those years, what with his excruciating homework, his love of detention, and his preference for those of the, er, Slytherin persuasion - well, it didn't make ( Read more... )