Ginny Weasley

I have decided that I am going to be exceedingly pleasant this year. Not for any particular reason, but mostly because I feel like a better person when I'm nice. Nice guys don't always finish last. In fact, those are the ones who become successful while the bitches become fat and ugly and bitter. That is, if we're going by the stereotypes of Muggle motion pictures. At least that's what dad says. I'm really interested in seeing these motion pictures. I thought we were the only ones who had portraits that moved, but apparently Muggles have a form of it too. It all sounds quite fascinating.

Hermione, did you know about these?

What was the point of that? Oh yeah. So, according to Muggle standards, all of unpleasant people are going to be beautiful and successful. The unpleasant people will be ugly and bitter and wish they had our lives... How general. Though it would be interesting if we could determine success based on how we treat other people in school. But that would mean mum and dad would both be really successful. This system doesn't work.

So why is this Bavardage thing really such a big deal? I mean, I know that it's spreading rumors about you, but there's really nothing we can do about it. Why not just try and ignore it? Maybe stop doing stupid things to get you all reported on. It's better than giving them the satisfaction of knowing you're upset.

It's not like I'm being reported on.

I will regret this.
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This is probably the worst idea ever.

( Harry )

Can I ask what the point of this paper is? Really? It's a little stupid.

( Hermione )

Oh, goodie. I've been spared. Is it bad that I really enjoyed reading about the illicit activities of everyone at school?

( I suppose I'll conform, then )

( private to weasleys and hermione )

Bloody hell. I’m fine. So I fell off my broom while I was practicing in the garden today, don’t worry about it. Oh, er… don’t mind how sloppy my writing is. I broke my wrist so I have to write with the other hand. But it’s fine. Mum fixed it up nicely. I should be fine by the first game. We’ll beat those bloody Slytherins. I could do it with one hand tied behind my back. Which I might have to do, but we’ll manage.

Oh, shoot. I still need to write that Potions essay due next year. Maybe Snape will excuse me from that…

I should start writing.