Ron Weasley

Name: Ron Weasley

	July 2005
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When me and Harry were firsties he found this mirror. Supposedly it shows whatever is the thing that a person wants more than anything else in the world. He got me out of bed at 3 in the morning and dragged me across the castle in my pyjamas to show me it, that's how excited he was. You know what he saw?

Himself with his parents. That's what he wanted more than anything else in the world. His family. That's all.

I got the things I saw in that mirror. They were stupid, shite things. I didn't really need them.

Today we took him and buried him with his parents, so I reckon he got what he wanted too. And it's rotten, cause all he ever wanted was to be a normal bloke and have a family like everybody else.

He's really gone.

I'd give all that shite just to have him back again.

I am: bitter

Orange is a great colour. It's fun to paint with orange. Brush up, brush down. Brush up, brush down. Who knew you could just slap it on the wall and there it is? All orange. The more you put on the wall the more orange it gets. It stinks though. It would be nice if orange paint smelled like oranges. Or clementines. Is there a difference? Or maybe even pumpkin juice.

Whoever gets this room I hope you like orange! Professor Dumbledore said we could have all the supplies we wanted as long as they were Muggle supplies. Dad, you would like it. We have saws and hammers and nails and drewscrivers and lots of other things that I don't know what to do with but have fun with anyway. I told Professor Dumbledore I wanted orange paint. So orange I got. And I painted the whole room by myself with it! Even the ceiling! It only took all day!

I am: high

So. Er, Harry, I didn't say so earlier, cause. You know.

But er, thanks. Seriously. I owe you something big.

And er, Pansy? Listen next time, why don't you?

I am: uncomfortable

You know, everyone always makes out that your last year of school is supposed to be this incredibly wonderful thing where you have loads of fun and do all these things you're supposd to remember for years and years and years. But so far all it's really been is loads and loads of work and not much fun.

Except for a couple of things.

And being older doesn't really help with that, you know? You'd think it would. There ought to be some secret knowledge that gets magically revealed to you or something when you turn eighteen to keep you from doing stupid shite. I think I could use a little right now.

Right, back to worky-type things.

I am: blah

Not too much to say, you know? Unless you want to hear the same old stuff that happens every day. Quidditch. Head Boy stuff. Meeting with prefects. Quidditch. Homework. Revising. Meetings. Occasionally one of my friends sets the library on fire or tries to beat people up in the hallway for no apparent reason, but other than that, it's the same old same old day in and day out.

I am: busy

Stupid book.

I don't know why it doesn't listen when you tell it you really don't have anything to say.

Well, actually, I do have things to say to people, but I reckon it's better to just keep it to myself. Because I reckon the things I want to say aren't really that important anyway.

I am: blah

Bloody hell, I'm an uncle!

Uncle Ron.

That's the best Christmas present ever.

'Innocent' and 'not guilty' are not the same thing.

I am: disgusted

So that's who it was. That's who was the serpent that talked like a raven.

Why didn't I see this sooner?

So obvious.

I am: cynical

Not going to do it. Nope, no way, forget it, no how. No way am I interviewing a Malfoy. I'll just have to fail this project.

I am: stubborn!!!!

You have GOT to be sodding kidding me. Forget it, I'm not doing it.

I am: annoyed

Oh, just wait, Potter. I know where you sleep!

I am: grumpy

Er.

How do you know when a goldfish is hungry?

I am: confused

So.

That was a right strange room. It's a really good thing I happened to be around and all. It would have been bad if Luna'd been stuck there, you know. Who knows what would have happened!

All right?

I am: good

Happy birthday Hermione!

I am: birthday!

All right, this Quidditch thing is just not on. I'm just as sorry about Madam Hooch as anyone else but honestly, I think it's an insult to her not to have Quidditch anymore! Quidditch and flying is one of the things that makes us wizards and witches! And I don't think she'd be wanting us to not be flying! We need to keep doing the things she taught us to do!!

Just!

Not!

On!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am: NOT ON

Okay, this is really not on. I mean, really not on. This is not really how I felt like spending my last train ride, but whatever. If people would just sit down on the damn train and behave, there wouldn't be any problems, but OH NO.

I am: stressed

I'm sick and tired of reading this poem. I don't know what it means, I just don't get it, and I'm tired of looking at it. I've read it so much I almost permanently crossed my eyes.

It'd be really useful if I could actually See things that made some sort of sense like OH THERE WILL BE UNINVITED GUESTS AT YOUR BROTHERS' PARTY. Instead I get stuck with lines from stupid Muggle poems that have some grand meaning that I just don't get. I'm about to throw this book of poems out the window.

Watch your heads.

I am: aggravated

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..........................................................

This is a joke, right?

I am: .....

Just making sure that we - er - understand each other?

I am: okay

I don't think I want to write in this thing anymore. It's just stupid and pointless and a waste of time. And I'm sick and tired of reading it, too. Especially when people can't say what they sodding mean.

Too bad there aren't any more plates to break. I have a face in my mind, it's very clear. It would make a good target.

I am: sod off!

I feel like I ought to be doing something right now, but I'm not exactly sure what. And I don't mean cleaning-my-room or degnoming-the-garden or that-summer-homework-I-don't-feel-like-doing sorts of things, but something I can't really put my finger on.

I don't like it very much.

I am: restless

Ugh.

I am: ow
I hear: my head

We have tents. Muggle ones, as surely they aren't that bad?

We have all the sorts of things you need when you are in a tent. I'm not quite sure what some of these gadgets are, but I'm sure we'll figure it out with absolutely no problem at all!

We have a place to put the tents.

We just need people to be in them now!

Who's in?

I am: chipper

I really hate Slytherins.

Haven't said that in awhile.

I can't fucking believe she said that about Dean.

I am: enraged

OI. You know who you are.

Good luck to YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. Right.

Harry? Hermione? PLEASE COME OVER NOW.

Ginny keeps beating me at Quidditch.

I am: exanimate
I hear: OI OI OI

You know your summer is boring when you get way too excited about the latest Martin Miggs.

That being said, it was a good issue.

Pansy I'm still really sorry about the tree.

I am: bored

Well, I didn't see that one coming.

I am: blank

So I got to thinking about all this seeing stuff. I'm doing it way too much.

Three of them in just a few months? That's too many I think. And it's not like I ever remember them, so I could be sleeping or alone and having them and not even knowing. This has me kind of worried, obviously. What if I'm missing something important? Something really important?

I need to stop thinking so much.

Harry? Hermione? You guys are going to visit at some point, right?

I am: contemplative

Yeah, I'm all right.

Luna, I think I found your mouse thingy. But why is he wearing red shorts? That's weird even for ~~you~~ weird. And the snowflakes one of the house elves found. Dobby, did you ever meet him?

Harry, Hermione, you know you can come to the Burrow over the hols, right? Mum and Dad will want you over, no mistake, and besides that you'll need a break from the Muggles, Harry. Er, not you Hermione as your muggles are your parents and are just fine and I'll be over here.

I don't have a lot to say. It'll be good to go home though. Bill, you'll make it home at some point, right? Charlie, you too.

Right then.

HARRY. MATE.

TALK. NOW!!!!

I am: jubilant

I have socks.

I am: cold

How in the bloody hell does she do that?

I am: aggravated

BRILLIANT!

I am: happy
I hear: WICKED!

I hate black eyes.

I hate being useless.

I hate my Sight.

I hate everything.

And I really, really, really, really hate knowing something that makes no sense.

I am: angry

I can't find her.

I am: numb

Three days without sleep. Without sleep and if I snapped at you I'm sorry but it's kind of starting to get at me so I didn't mean to be rude I just haven't really slept.

Still haven't seen anything. Sorry Sirius. I'm trying.

I am: exhausted

Well, there's one perk above all else when it comes to being a prefect. That bath is brilliant for relaxing at night yup. Brilliant.

I'm back off for the weirdest detention ever with Malfoy. It's downright mad. It's like Snape is farther down the bend than we thought.

Should be back in the Common Room later! Ickle sister of mine, I owe you a sugar quill or something. Sorry about Quidditch, Creevy. We'll play another time soon, don't worry about that.

I am: content

Go away.

I am: depressed

Things that I've sodding learned today.

My brothers honestly see me as a bloody doormat, and a woman.

Draco Malfoy has quite a nice singing voice, surprisingly.

Petals get smooshed under foot quite easily.

I'm getting really tired of people dying.

I am: exhausted

Alright. I think I should tell everyone about the liver.

There was a liver in Dumbledore's office when I went to talk to him. I don't know why, I don't know whose, I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING EXCEPT IT WAS A LIVER.

And you'd freak out if you saw a liver too.

Professor Dumbledore? Will you please let me speak to you?

I am: determined and pleading

Professor Dumbledore? Headmaster? Sir?

I'd still very much like to speak with you.

I am: determined but getting annoyed

In light of well, everything, we'll be reforming Dumbledore's Army as soon as possible. Obviously, this time around we'll be trying to do the same thing, learn as much as possible about Defence, however we won't be working under cover of darkness. However, I understand if some of you are no longer interested. Hopefully, that won't be many and we'll instead have loads of new members. That'd be brilliant.

Headmaster? I'd still really like to speak with you as soon as you have time, Sir.

I am: determined

No more.

This is where it ends.

This is where we stop you, and make you pay for all this. All of you. You think we can't?

Watch us.

I'm not going to watch more of my friends be needlessly slaughtered, and I'm sure as hell not going to play the part of sacrifical lamb to a psychotic like you. And neither is anyone else. Dean is not going unavenged.

This is where we stop you. This is where it ends.

You're finished.

Headmaster. I'd like to speak with you.

I am: determined

At the risk of sounding like a certain Gryffindor alumnus Keeper, QUIDDITCH!!!!!!! CHEER LOUD FOR US LIONS.

AND CLAWS.

AND PUFFS.

But obviously not Slytherins, may the best team win but we're still going to throttle you blah blah.

LIONS FOR THE CUP!

I am: cheerful

Sometimes I wonder what it must be like to not have one crisis/world to save/super bloody insane Dark Lord after your best friend.

Then I assume its' probably bloody boring, and move on. Pansy? Don't tell me that you were serious about having a pink pony? That's kind of odd, really.

I am: tired

THAT IS IT.

I AM DONE WITH TODAY.

WON'T BE TALKING TO ANYONE ELSE ME AND MY BLUE HAIR ARE GOING THANKS.

Stupid April.

I am: DONE

Bloody hell.

I am an insane mixture of happy with one thing, furious with another, confused with yet another, and bloody scared by something completely different.

I am: TOO MANY THINGS THANKS

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