Ginny Weasley

[Private to Order Minus Charlie]

Charlie's with Bole, or at the very least it's Bole orchestrating this whole fucking mess; he mentioned Bole in his last "you're all mad, I'm Charlie Rivers, I'm a fucking idiot" journal entry.

We need to get him back.


[Private to Bole]

What the fuck have you done with my brother, and where are you keeping him?

[Private]

Don't act like Hannah. Don't act like Hannah. Don't act anything even remotely like Hannah. Especially the way she acts when she sees something she's going to get excited over, like jewelry or babies or new shoes or ice cream or... anything, really. Merlin, is she easily excitable.

Don't do that.

Especially in front of the family.

I'm not even going to tell them - I mean there's nothing to tell, right? Nothing's happened, and there's no guarantee it will, I mean, people change their mind all the time, and Harry could change his (or he could be drunk?), and clearly there's been a change in my mind, although I seem to have lost said mind entirely at the moment so perhaps that's not the best example, and now not only am I ranting to myself, but I'm writing a rant to myself and this really, really needs to stop.

[Private to Harry]

Happy Birthday, Harry. I believe you're now officially an old man now.

How much time do we have tonight? Enough for you to unwrap your present?

[Private to Harry]

Think we could be alone tonight? Just you and me? For once I'm not being dirty, I promise.

[Private to Harry]

Your birthday's come up soon, you know. Any thoughts as to what you'd like, or what you'd like to do?

I promise there won't be any yelling involved.

[Private to Ron and Hermione]

I don't know if you've read today's Prophet but...

Hagrid's dead. Harry's not taking it very well. He wants to have a few in Hogsmeade and then - this is my fault for suggesting it - go into the Forest. As some sort of tribute.

Tomorrow around 7?

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

What the fuck is wrong with the Daily Prophet? Where the fuck do they get their information and who the fuck wrote that article? Don't bloody well make shite up when we're already suffering!

[Private to Hestia]

Dennis Creevey. He should join the Order.

( Warded to Weasleys Minus Bill )

( Warded to Bill )

( Warded to Harry, Ron and Hermione )

( Warded to Harry )

( Warded Private )

[Private to Harry]

Leaky tonight, pretty boy. It'll be good for us to get out and be social (especially if it doesn't involve dress trying-on.)


[Private to Ron]

How're you holding up? Oliver and some of his teammates are going to the Leaky tonight, and Harry and I were thinking of going - wanna come with?

So I talked to Ron. It... went sort of well. I think. He's not very happy with you, you know.

Thanks for the magazines (and for getting mum to make more biscuits - any chance there's some chocolate chip in the bunch?) - I've been bored out of my mind all day so these are a welcome distraction.

How're you holding up? And where are you?

Thank god. Thank bloody god.

[Private to Harry]

I want to talk to you.

When you were

Did he

When Dolohov had you,

Was it

Was it just violence?

What happened, on the train? Did you know he'd be waiting?

I'm so sorry.

Freedom!

It's about ruddy time! I can't remember the last time I was this giddy for anything that didn't involve chocolate or boys; it's a refreshing reminder of how good it feels to know no more exams. And, in this case, no more exams ever again. Thank bloody Merlin. I think it's about time we all get roaringly drunk.

I really don't like flowers.