July 27th, 1995.

In my hideously pink room

The Burrow

Hi. My name is Ginevra Molly Weasley. You call me Ginevra, and you may lose the ability to have children. It's Ginny, thanks. I am currently fourteen years old, and am going into my fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry after the summer ends. Here is everything that is wrong in my life:

1) I have six older brothers. Six. I would just leave it at that for self-explanation, but then you wouldn't fully comprehend the sheer insanity of this. Did you know that having six older brothers (only three of which are actually living here) is not exactly my idea of fun? At holidays, it's like having six rabid pigs waltzing around the house. I swear to Merlin that I can just SMELL Fred from all the way up here.

2) I have no chest to speak of whatsoever. It's like a board. No, scratch that, it's worse than a board. My arms and legs are all long and skinny, I have no chest, and my hair looks like a tomato THREW UP on it. The most attractive feature is my eyes, which are a lovely shade of dull brown.

3) I'm failing Potions miserably. On the bright side, Professor Snape doesn't scare me anymore. Not at all. Not after that time in my second year………with the boggart…………but that's a story for another time.

4) I don't have a boyfriend, nor will I ever have a boyfriend. Would you like to know something? Not many boys my age are willing to duel my brothers to date me. There is no line up of eligible bachelors, just hoping to catch a glimpse of me in the tower before they have to fight of the identical dragons (Fred and George, respectively) to just ask me out. This is the part where I sigh wistfully. On this same subject, Harry Potter, the man of my dreams, naturally, has yet to discover that I am a girl. I'm debating over just flashing him in public or something, forcing him to get a clue. But, honestly, he might not even know then, what with my lack of breasts and everything.

5) The ghoul in the attic just threw my box of tampons out the window.

6) Harry Potter just arrived at my house. And, as a welcome, got hit on the head with said box of tampons.