Ginevra Molly Weasley

You know, even though I know there are much much much bigger things to worry about, it's still the little things that bug me the most. It's like you can't focus too much on the big worries... Or maybe that's just me. I could be defective, it's highly possible.

So today, I am going insane because I can't get a bloody song out of my head.

[Private to George]

I'm bringing you (or more accurately, Natalie) half a dozen teddy bears. You're not allowed to ask where I got them.

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I think my trainer is attempting to kill me. Either by exhaustion or by an actual injury. Something's going to break soon. And it might be my broom over his head.

Hopefully Mum doesn't try to check in anytime soon. I'm too tired to clean.

[Private to Harry, Hermione, Ron]

How's it going?

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[Private to Hermione]

Where are you?

I quit my job today. Or rather, my second job; I'm still kicking arse for the Harpies.

[Private to Friends & Family]

That felt so good. Don't worry, I was polite. Ish.

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[Private to Blaise]

You. Me. Somewhere. Now.

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Luna! I need a girl's night. I bet you do, too. Or if you don't, pretend you do for my sake.

I am in a terrible fucking mood. Just to warn everyone.

[Private to Luna & George]

I need some advice.

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I spent yesterday with my parents, so I missed out on all the "excitement" until this morning. Everyone all right?

[Private to Friends and Family]

I am really not good at keeping my mouth shut.

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I need a vacation.

Hell yeah, we rule.

So who's gone on their blind dates already? I want to hear details on how hilariously bad my brother is at setting this shite up. Considering how long it's been since he bloody well dated.

I really want fried food, which is not on my healthy diet plan. Well, what my trainer doesn't know won't hurt him. And no, he doesn't read this, so he really won't know.

[Private to Percy]

PERCIVAL IGNATIUS WEASLEY, YOU'D BETTER CONTACT ME THE MOMENT YOU SEE THIS.

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[Private to the Rest of Her Brothers]

What happened? Please tell me one of you knows what happened with Percy.

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[Private to Blaise]

I'm going to kill you. And my brothers. Whoever I encounter first.

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[Private to Harry, Hermione, & Luna]

So. My family thinks I've gone mad. And I'm half-convinced they're right.

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[Private to George]

You. Me. Food. WHEN?

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[Private to Percy]

How's the new job going?

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Amazing. Put a container of chocolate on your desk and people congregate. I think it lasted half an hour.

Oh, paperwork. It reminds me very much of how little I missed homework.

I am jealous of everyone on the beach. The only thing that keeps me from being too jealous is how much of a lobster I would turn into were I wearing a bikini on a beach.

I start my new job on Monday.

[Private to Harry, Hermione, Ron, & Luna]

I know this is what we're supposed to be doing... But I feel insane for even thinking about working at the Ministry.

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All right, people. On Monday, there's going to be a bonfire. Say sevenish. I've wheedled Mum into letting me play with fire, so it'll be at their house. If you know where that's at, you're invited. If you know someone who knows where it's at, you're invited. Mum's cooking ought to be an incentive for people who aren't tempted by fire. But really, who's not tempted by fire?

I expect certain people to be there and you know who you are. Or you'd better know. I will come kidnap you if I have to. You know, just assume that you are one of these people and come anyway.

[Private to Luna]

That includes you. Kidnapping isn't something I'm very good at, so I might just bribe you instead. Unless you've got plans.

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[Private to Hermione]

Want to talk?

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Not that it will stop talk of other Valentine celebrations, but to forestall any questions of what I'm doing, I'll say it here. I'm having a bonfire. I will be burning the creepy Valentines certain obsessed quidditch fans send me. If anyone wants to join me in burning things, you are more than welcome to.

[Private to Friends]

Did everyone get a pamphlet?

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[Private to Weasleys, Hermione, Harry, Luna, Angelina & Blaise*]

Hell.

I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut, my head down, and play it safe, and all I really want to do is start screaming at people. I don't even know who I want to scream at anymore. I'm starting to think Daphne had the right idea even if it was an incredibly stupid thing to do. At least I wouldn't feel like such a hypocrite.

But it wouldn't do any good. I don't know what would do any good anymore. And it's only going to get worse from here.

Zach's getting me a job in the Ministry. I don't know how much good it'll do, but if he can swing it, I'm going to take it.

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Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

[*OOC NOTE - People she trusts, but I'm sure I've forgotten someone. Poke me if you want someone to read it]

[Private to Hermione]

I've gone crazy.

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[Private to Zach]

I've scraped together a resume. It's sort of depressing that my life can be condensed down to a single sheet of paper.

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Pink and red everywhere. Why are those supposedly the colors of love? I mean, red I can get. It's a great color. But pink? Pink is watered down, girly red. I may be biased because I can't wear the color at all, but I've never really liked it. Mum tried to get me pink furnishings when I was little; I convinced Bill to magic them orange instead. I promised I wouldn't tell, but that's been... eighteen years now? Must be safe to let the cat out now.

Look, it's February! One month closer to winter being over. Every year I just sort of sulk through the cold months and wait for them to be done. The blocking spell on my window keeps wearing out halfway through the night and I wake up freezing and half to recast it. I need a better way to insulate. Right now, I think I'd be better off living in a cave. Or possibly just a basement.

[Private to Blaise]

How's the hangover?

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