Can't believe the Summer is nearly over. Though, I reckon on the list of things I'm still adjusting to being real, the changing of the seasons is pretty low on that list. It's still a bit weird waking up in a normal bed in the morning. And not aching when I go to sleep. It feels like someone else's life sometimes. Like everything else is faraway. I dunno. It's really hard to explain, I guess...


( Private to Servant Friends )

( Private to Harry )

( Private to Neville )

[Visible to Neville and Ron]
This is the fourth night in a row I've gone to bed listening to girls crying themselves to sleep.

I can't do this much longer.

We need a plan.
[/Neville and Ron]

[Visible to Weasleys and Fleur]
Everyone in one piece still?
[/Weasleys and Fleur]

[Visible to Fleur]
I have kind of I was wonderin-

Can I ask you something?
[/Fleur]

[Visible to Neville]
You busy tonight?
[/Neville]

[Visible to Harry]
Have any major breakthroughs?
[/Harry]

( Private to Servants )

Have I mentioned lately how much I bloody hate the staircases in this place?

( Private to Mandy )

[Visible to: Neville]

Dunno why but I'm supposedly no longer Parkinson's servant. I've been reassigned to Marrietta Edgecombe. Dunno what's going on, but I'm not sure I like it. At least with Parkinson I know what to expect.

[/Neville]

[Visible to: Ginny]

I'm not sure I like this whole "new assignment" thing. It worries me. They don't like us getting comfortable and I shouldn't be in too much danger because Fleur's already put down a deposit on me and all, but still. I don't know enough about Edgecombe to properly judge her.

[/Ginny]

I swear this castle gets colder every winter. It wasn't this bad last year. It's nearly impossible to move through the corridors without losing feeling in the tips of my fingers and toes.

( Private to Servants )

[Pretend I had internet and that this was posted on Saturday]

[Servants who are in the know on the Regulus plan]
Meet me by the library just before curfew tomorrow night.
[/Private]

My nose has not stopped running for four days straight now. I can't keep a full thought between sniffling and my sinuses are about ready to implode. I hope it doesn't move down to my chest. I can't afford a cough. Have I mentioned how much I hate winter in this hell castle?

[Visible to: Ginny]
We've got a plan. A solid plan. One that will get us the bloody hell out of here and will actually work. It's not going to be like last time. It's not going to end like that. It's going to work and we're going to fix this and...

It's dangerous and we have to remember that and that we need to be careful, but if we don't have faith that it's going to work then it isn't going to and that...we can't let that happen.

I could concentrate better if I wasn't having these blasted dreams. If I could just figure out what in the hell they mean. They're not quite the same so I dunno if my mind is trying to tell me something or if something is going on, but they're too much like the ones from the Spring to not mean something. And who in the hell is that dark-haired boy? Why is he so important?
[/Ginny]

[Visible to: Ron]
Are you having these weird dreams too
You'd tell me if I was goin' mad

I keep having these bizarre dreams.
[/Ron]

( Private )

Have I mentioned how much I hate the winter months? Cause I do. Hate them that is. Bloody cold, and not the good kind, the kind that sinks right into your bones. And I don't think I'll ever be clean of soot. Or free of splinters from the sodding firewood.

( Private to Hermione, Ron, Neville, Aidan Quirke, Susan and Kevin )

[Visible to: Ginny]
I'm worried about Neville. Something isn't right and I don't know how to fix it. Nothing I can say is going to make anything alright and the longer we sit in this fecking castle the worse it's getting.

We need to fix this...
[/Ginny]

[Visible to Ron]
I need to talk. Are you busy?
[/Ron]

[Backdated to just after this]

[Visible to: Neville]
I need to see you.
[/Neville]

[Visible to: Ginny]
I am going to kill them all. Stupid bloody...

I can not believe...

[splotchsplotchsplotch]
[/Ginny]

[Visible to: Weasleys]
Someone care to bloody explain things?
[/Weasleys]

I don't know what is left to say anymore

Finally found my ruddy journal. Tricky thing was wedged in beside the cot, though I could've sworn I had already looked there. Anyhow, it's found now, thankfully.

( Private to Servants )

tearstained and smudgey

( Private )

I'd like to wake up now.

[Visible to: Ginny]
You weren't supposed to get yourself hurt. You weren't supposed to...

You were supposed to be the smart one. The one who was going to get us out of here with some brilliant plan. You were...and now...

It's not fair. It's not fair that you let me hate you for so bloody long. You let me believe the worst of you and it's not fair that you let yourself be the martyr. I've already done this mourning. I've already cried these tears.

I am trying to be strong and pull myself together. I have to start acting like a person again. I can't keep hiding here. I know you wouldn't want me to do anything that would get me hurt, but I also know you don't want me here and having a bloody pity-party for myself isn't doing anyone any good.

I love you Percy. I miss you.
[/Ginny]

[Visible to: Weasleys and Fleur]
How is everyone?
[/Weasleys and Fleur]

[Visible to Neville]
I miss you.
[/Neville]

[Visible to: Fred]
Your powers of amazing never cease to impress me.

Thanks big brother. I love the weasel and the cake was unsquished and looks delicious. I'll even share with Ron and Bill.
[/Fred]

[Visible to: Ginny]
Seriously was the best birthday ever. I can't even....I still can't believe...

It's not safe to write, not even here in this, but bloody hell. I can't...

This was the kick in the pants I needed.
[/Ginny]

[Visible to Ginny]
Two days and I'll be 18. Which puts me in this blasted castle for two bloody years. Two years.

It feels like ages longer. Maybe it's 'cause the two and a half at Marvolo but maybe it's because there's no end in sight. I hate thinking like that, but we're not any closer to getting out than we were when I got here and it's only getting worse.

Rookwood and George and Carrows and....

It's like it never stops. It's like every time we get a few baby steps in the right direction, there's someone there to push us back ten giant steps.

I hate sounding like I'm losing faith. Or that I'm giving up but some days it's just so exhausting.

Alright. Pity party over.

C'mon, Gin. You're better than this. Pick yourself up. Dust yourself off and try something new.
[/Ginny]