AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fear not, dear friends and faithful readers...whatever...I am not straying from Dancing Life completely, nor am I departing from my other stories I am currently writing. Understand, I beg of you, that I just needed to do some writing for fun, something not threatened on me (yeah, you Protector of Meladon). So this is it. I will return to my other stories (and the additional fourth one I'm working on) after I'm finished with this, which is almost entirely written and rather short.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it is, like the plot...


SECOND AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a diary, written from Ginny's POV. 'Me' and 'I' are in reference to herself and 'you' is talking to the diary. Yeah.


Hormonal Half-Wits

Chapter 1: The Diary


Right…so, what are you going to do? It's not like I can just ignore you and pretend you don't exist…Fred and George aren't the subtle type and I highly doubted their taste in presents would be anything less…but honestly…bright gold and scarlet, I ask you…

So, you're new…here's the rules:

Rule One: I write in you.

Rule Two: You don't write back.

Painfully simple. I expect you to be a good little inanimate object and stay objective. None of this…writing back nonsense I had from my last diary.

So…erm…today's Boxing Day. Being the misunderstood and underappreciated genius I am, I've skived off after-Christmas cleaning…and decided I needed to release some of these annoying little emotions (blasted buggers) cooped up in me, before I become a misunderstood, underappreciated, genius, crackpot. Not that there's anything wrong with that…Ron's proven that point rather efficiently…

Fred and George are brilliant. In the fifteen minutes I've been up here they've not only managed to bewitch every single Christmas ornament into coming alive and attack Ron, but they've managed to get each other turned a nice, putrid green colour.

I love my brothers.