Ron Weasley

Once I thought my innocence was gone,
Now I know that happiness goes on...
That hasn't happened in ( the longest time. )

[Private to Harry, readable to Lavender]

So even with the money from the Order of Merlin, let's face it, I definitely can't afford a flat and a restaurant, at least not if we're doing it like an equal partnership. So I don't know where you had in mind for a restaurant, but Lav and I kind of like Diagon, or London at least, and we're still looking, right, and there's this pub that's a bit close to Knockturn, maybe, but still right in Diagon and there's a flat above it that looks actually really great.

A pub, right, and so at least it has a full kitchen, even if it would need to be brightened up a bit. And I haven't gone to see it yet, but there were pictures of this big fireplace in it that I bet could be converted to like, a woodfire oven or something.

I dunno. Might be worth looking into, right? If you haven't changed your mind.

[End]


[Lavender]

As you can probably tell from what I just wrote to Harry, I took a break from homework to look through the new batch of real estate stuff Bill sent.

That other one we kind of like isn't listed anymore. It must've sold.

This one looks neat, though. But, I mean, it is pretty close to Knockturn. Only really one corner away. You reckon you'd feel safe there? It's pretty close to Gringotts, though, so it can't be that bad, right?

[End]


Sunday nights are ruddy terrible, usually because I have a week's worth of homework to sodding catch up on. I'm finally finished.

I can't wait to get out of here. Not because there's anything wrong with the school, or something. I just reckon it'll be great to get out of school and do something real.

What sort of plans has everyone got?

I slept in today and didn't get breakfast. I'm bloody hungry. Reckon any of the plants in Herbology are edible? ...probably wouldn't taste very good.

Almost two more bloody hours of this. I may starve to death before it's done, or die of boredom. Or both. Starve to a point where boredom can just swoop in and finish me off...

I AM SO SODDING HUNGRY.

Honestly, Harry, you couldn't have woken me up? Said, "Hey, mate, you're going to miss breakfast" on your way out the door? I'm going to eat my bloody quill soon. And it's not even a sugar quill.


[Private to Lav] -- (failed ward)

Lav, if you love me, you'll distract me from thinking about food. After classes, if I pretend I'm still pissed about the match on Saturday, will you cheer me up all over again? Because that was brill. It's pretty hard to give a shite about being a rubbish keeper when you do that thing with your --

Actually, on second thought, maybe that's a bit too distracting. Maybe we should talk about something else.

[End]

[Priave to Lav]

So.



Are you nervous? Because I am.

[End]


Now that I can apparate, the train seems a bit like a waste of time. I mean, sure, tradition, blah blah. But it takes so long.

This is going to be a loud weekend. Seems like everyone is coming to the Burrow for Easter this year. Which is good, but it'll be chaos. And mum's going to make me help her cook, I just know it.


[Private to Hermione]

You're coming, right? I mean. I hope you are. I meant it when I said you were family, you know?

In case you don't know, though, Lav's going to be there. So.

[End]

[Private]

Twenty. Bugger me. I really should quit the sodding team. And this time I don't even have an excuse. I'm just rubbish.

Least I sulked productively. Homework is done. Or... mostly done. I'll do the rest before class.

[End]


[Harry]

Look, do you think you'd have time to practice a bit extra with me? For quidditch, I mean. Obviously. I'm just getting a bit sick of embarrassing myself in front of the whole school every game.

[End]


[Lavender]

Potions is making me barmy. I'm done everything else and I need a break. Where are you? I looked for you in the common room, and sent Parvati up to check the dorm for you (and I don't know what you tell her, but she looks at me like she's seen me with my kit off and it's bloody weird) but she said no one was there.

[End]

[Harry]
We still on for a pint this weekend?

And everything all good, mate? You seemed a little... dunno. Weird. Last week, I mean.
[End]


[Lav]
Can you believe school is only, what, three more months?

Oh, I wrote Bill. Told him we're getting a place together after school. He cut out pages from something with like, listings and the like. If you want to, you know. Look at flats for sale.

I mean, if you still want to live with me or whatever. If it wasn't just because it was my birthday. You do still want to, right?

There are pictures. You should come see.
[End]


I know we won last time, but this weekend not only will Gryffindor win, we're going to completely own the sodding pitch. Sorry, Ravenclaw. You don't stand a chance.

You know what? Quidditch aside, I'm just... really bloody happy with my life at the moment.

[Private to Lavender]

Thanks. I love it. It's really great and even if you shouldn't have, I'm glad you did. And it's so bloody much better than that necklace. Because no offence or anything, but that was a terrible present. This one is definitely not terrible.

And I love you too.

[End]


Happy Birthday to me.

Bugger, I have so much sodding homework right now. Tuesdays I have way too many classes. I'm planning on finishing as much of it as I can before DADA this afternoon, though. Better than staying up late on my ruddy birthday to do it. I'll probably throw some of it together over lunch tomorrow too.

Oy, by the way, now that my brother's not kicking the bucket, I have good news.

First time I've looked forward to a Monday in a while. Not only will it be my birthday, but chocolate frogs will go to stores with Ron Weasley cards in them. How wicked is that? I haven't even seen them yet, but they're going to send me a couple. If anyone wants to see it, just let me know.

Thanks to everyone for all the support or whatever. For whoever hasn't heard yet, my brother's going to be okay. Might take him a while to recover, but he'll be good as new eventually.

So, uh, do I get a pass on my homework from yesterday? Because I spent the whole day at Mungo's and didn't do any of it.

And can I just say I am so sodding sick of Death Eaters? Merlin's saggy balls, they need to just stop already.



Did anyone else have any family in Tinsworth?

[Warded to Ginny and Hermione]
Oy, dunno if either of you had anything to do with it, but Harry and I are... on our way to normal, at least. So if you were interfering like the little interferers is that a word? that I know you are... thanks.

And Gin, cut him a break if he's being a prat, right? He was worried about it.
[End]


[Warded to Hermione]
Right, so that's sorted. Now how about you and me?

You looked great at the dance, by the way. Happy, and all that. That's good. But things still aren't...

Look, I just want... I miss you, you know? Like I missed Harry.
[End]


[Warded to Lavender]
Hi.

Harry and I are good again, I think. And have I mentioned lately that you're great? 'Cause you're great.
[End]

[Private]

Smith's coming back and Harry's a prat. Great sodding week.

Least Harry let me on the sodding Quidditch team. Probably only because I would've decked him if he hadn't. Stupid prat. Stupid prat who sodding ignored me for how long and then snuck out to a Sod it. Well, I'm not the ruddy sidekick anymore, at least, am I.

Still, he could at least-- Sod it. Prat. Sod him.

I suppose one bit of good news is that Lav doesn't actually have a date.

[End Private]


Professor Podmore is kicking my arse a bit in Transfigurations. Just goes to show how much there is to learn in Auror training.

As for all the other rubbish that's going on, I'm not sure I have much of an opinion in any of it except the ruddy points we lost.

Thanks for that.



[Private -- Added after this]

Well, okay, I guess it's not all so bad. I KNEW she'd come around.

[End Private]

[Warded to Harry]
Are you ignoring me? I sense that you're ignoring me.


[Warded to Hermione]
Seamus is a prat. I mean, he's a good bloke, but he's a prat. Or I guess Nott is the real prat. But I mean. Right, I don't know what I mean. I just... I'm sick of things being... like this. And I didn't want you to think like... I don't know.


[Warded to Harry and Hermione]
Can I just say things are sodding weird right now? And I'm sorry for the bits of it that are my fault. Okay, so they're big bits, but like, it's not all me.

We're supposed to be best mates but we're barely speaking. So just... yell at me, or something, but then let's go back to sodding normal, all right?

We should be happy. The war is over.

( Warded to Lav )


[Ward to DA]

I was thinking maybe we should start up again with regular meetings. Just because the war is over doesn't mean there's nothing we can teach each other, right.

And, I dunno. Up house mingling or whatever.

What do you all reckon?

[End Ward]


Did I hear something about some quidditch scrimmage? Might be fun. I'm in for Keeper.

And I forgot how much I sodding hate Mondays. To make it worse, I have to get up for class at 8 to 10, but then I haven't got anything until last period. It's a pain in the arse. I want to sleep in, damn it. And my Tuesdays and Fridays are kind of rubbish too.

Least Wednesdays I've only got one class in the afternoon. That's one day I can sleep in. Or, you know, do the homework I didn't bother to do the night before.

[Private]

BOLLOCKS.

Why the hell does everyone have to be so sodding nosey anyway? Merlin's saggy balls, it's not like Hermione and I were... anything. And now everyone, including Lavender, is ruddy pissed at me for some stupid reason. Because, what, they all think Hermione and I are meant to be or something. I mean, she's amazing, but I don't...

Ugh! Things are bloody complicated. It's not so simple as they all make it out to be.

You know what, sod it. I don't regret kissing Lav, even if she doesn't want anything to ruddy do with me. I just... guess I regret that Mione got hurt. I never meant for that to happen. Maybe I should've known it would, but...

It's not like it was between Hermione or Lavender. It's not like that. I mean, for a while I thought it was, but then it wasn't. It's just... how things are.

Bugger, this is pointless. What am I doing, moaning to a sodding diary?

[End Ward]


[Private to Hermione]

That's not-- I mean, Lav's not the reason I--

Look, I didn't mean for you to see think get hurt

You and me are-- I even talked to you about--

So, uh. I guess maybe I will study a bit. You know, for NEWTs. I know I said I wouldn't, but I probably should. You'll help, right?

All right, sorry, look, ignoring things doesn't make them go away, I know. So. Are you okay? I mean. Are we okay? I mean. You know.

I'm no good at this.

[End Ward]

THE HOUSE IS CHRISTMASY ENOUGH. STOP WITH THE DECORATIONS.

I can barely see for fairy lights. I've forgotten what the other colours look like there's so much buggering red and green and gold about the place.

And I am not going in the kitchen for the whole next week. Mum is crazy. I don't know how she cooks for so bloody many, but I tried to help and she hit me in the face with the Christmas ham.

Well, I'll help tomorrow and the next day, because Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are the biggest meals of the year here, but after that, no more and I mean it! Someone needs to top up her egg nogg with something stronger so she relaxes a bit, honestly. She's just a little too determined to make it a perfect Christmas like we won't all notice Fred's gone if there's enough food and decorations or something--

I need a drink.

[Warded to Lavender]
I forgot still have your scarf. I should give it back, yeah? I mean, I'm sure you want it, or whatever. It is winter. You probably need it.

I could bring it over to you? I mean, it gives me an excuse to get out of the house. And I have a pres-

Unless you're busy or something. It's not a big deal. I could send Pig over with it.

[End Ward]


[Warded Private]

... That felt weird.

Maybe I shouldn't have gotten her a gift. But we're friends now, and all. So it's not weird, right?

Bugger, I'm talking to myself.

[End Ward]


[Warded to DA]

Hey, is that party at Justin's still going to happen? I was thinking, since Christmas is kind of a family time, it should be either before Christmas, or maybe we could make it a New Years Eve party. Or was it already decided when?

[End Ward]

[Private to Harry]
All right, I forgive you. Date my sister. Snog my sister. Tell whoever you want whatever you want before you tell me, fine, I don't care. Just don't shag her, that's not allowed. She's too little young for that.

Hermione just asked if she could give me my Christmas present alone because she wants it to be private. And she crossed all sorts of things out.

Does that, uh. I mean, does that mean something?

Tell me what she got me. You know, don't you?
[End Private]

[Warded Private]
Harry hasn't even said it yet, but I'm not fucking daft.

I don't even care if he's dating Ginny. In fact, now that the war's over and he's not going to go off and get himself bloody killed and leave her heartbroken, then I'm ruddy happy for them. Well, so long as I don't have to punch my own best mate on account of her honour or anything. But I think he knows better than to do anything stupid.

It's just... all of his I have to talk to you bullshite, and him telling Seamus before me, it's a load of rubbish is what it is. I'm supposed to be his best mate, and I'm her brother. I should be the first damn person he tells.

Sod it. Prat.
[End Ward]


[Private to Hermione]
Bet he told you, didn't he?
[End Private]

Everyone's getting something from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes this year. Unless they really do make a Chocolate Frog Card with me on it, then everyone is getting one of those. Ah, Christmas.

I can't believe I'm going back to Hogwarts. I'm eighteen ruddy years old and I ought to be done with the place. Of course, I'm going to see just how much homework war heroes really have to do. Can't be much, can it? Har har, just kidding Hermione.

Still, I suppose it won't be so bad. It'll be kind of like a break from the real world, and after the last year... well. We could all use a ruddy break, couldn't we? Maybe this year will finally be a quiet one.


[Private to DA]
Honestly, whose bloody idea was it to let Malfoy back in? He's a sodding murderer, or might as well be. He ought to be locked up, not sent back to mingle with the rest of us. He's god a Dark Mark! Obviously he can't be trusted. It's rubbish is what it is.

And Hermione! How could you be so nice? He's going to... well, I don't know. He's going to something.

He can't be trusted.
[End Private]