<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
<!---->
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:lj="https://www.scribbld.com" xmlns:idx="urn:atom-extension:indexing" idx:index="no">
  <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone</id>
  <title>Weasley is Our King...</title>
  <subtitle>...He Never Lets the Quaffle in</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Ronald Weasley</name>
  </author>
  <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/"/>
  <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom"/>
  <updated>2010-11-26T13:51:15Z</updated>
  <lj:journal username="spidersbegone" type="personal"/>
  <link rel="service.feed" type="application/x.atom+xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom" title="Weasley is Our King..."/>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:6383</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/6383.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=6383"/>
    <title>022. 02/05/98</title>
    <published>2008-05-15T15:01:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-15T15:08:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;HEXED AGAINST STAFF/TO GRYFFINDORS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bloody project. What the hell? Do you see who I got stuck with? The only one in the group I &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; mind working with is Mandy. The others? Bloody fecking hell. MacMillan? And MacDougal? How the sodding hell am I supposed to survive this? I fucking hate being a seventh year sometimes. Too much ruddy work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Why couldn't I have been paired with Hermione? Or Harry? Stupid bloody Snape and his stupid bloody greasy hair.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, when's the next quidditch practise, eh? I want to shape up for the next match. There's no way we're losing. We deserve this cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END HEX/PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer it gets to the end of the year the more I realize that this is actually going to be over, you know? Seven years, gone. Bit strange, isn't it? I reckon I should look into Auror training and applying and all that. Might be a good idea. Maybe Hermione knows about it. Eh, 'Mione, any idea what I'm supposed to do for that?</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:6124</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/6124.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=6124"/>
    <title>021. 01/21/98</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T21:23:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T21:23:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Brilliant Quidditch match. Absolutely brills. Can't wait to get out there again myself... been too long since we've played a match, eh? Harry's got us practising as usual so we're doing good. I'm thinking of going out tonight and practising a bit myself. Anyone else in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was patrolling last night for prefect rounds and came across couple of Slytherin boys, probably fourth year, didn't check, tormenting a young Hufflepuff girl. Poor thing look terrified. So, took points, gave detentions all that rubbish and took the poor girl down to Pomfrey for a calming draught. Pretty damn cruel picking on a little girl if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm gonna take a bit of a nap. I feel a cold coming on and I don't fancy being sick. I'd rather not spend any more time with Pomfrey than needed.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:5877</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/5877.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=5877"/>
    <title>020. 01/05/98</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T23:27:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T23:28:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Back to school... what rubbish. Let's all skive off and go to Hogsmeade, yeah? Doesn't that sound loads better than dragging ourselves back to class after class after we've been stuffing our faces and getting all kinds of presents for weeks? Stupid school, why does it have to start up again, anyhow? Why can't vacation last forever? Bloody annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginny's got Dragon Pox which means, St. Mungo's yes, but an extended holiday for her. Reckon I could get McGonagall to let me go visit her. She'll be asking for sweets and stuff anyhow and what kind of brother would I be if I didn't bring her any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Quidditch is starting up again. Missed that over the hols. Speaking of hols... everyone have a good one? Jolly Christmas and all that?</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:5427</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/5427.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=5427"/>
    <title>019. 12/23/97</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T23:46:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T23:48:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is it weird that I'm on vacation but I'm completely bored? Seriously. Harry's disappeared and Ginny's gone... off shopping apparently and I'm all by myself. Hermione's not coming until Christmas day so I'm on my own. And it's bloody annoying. Fred and George aren't even around to torture me. I went for a fly, I read all the quidditch magazines I own, I even helped Mum with some baking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone entertain me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HERMIONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said I can come to yours for Christmas Eve, no problem. Your dad's not going to want to have &lt;i&gt;the talk&lt;/i&gt; with me, is he? Should I have answers prepared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least tomorrow's Christmas Eve. Off to Hermione's for dinner &lt;strike&gt;if I don't come back, Harry you get all my Quidditch stuff&lt;/strike&gt;. Then Christmas Day, finally! Happy Christmas to everyone I won't have a chance to see.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:5249</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/5249.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=5249"/>
    <title>018. 12/09/97</title>
    <published>2008-03-18T18:51:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-18T18:57:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;HEXED AGAINST SLYTHERINS, STAFF AND NON-FRIENDLY FOLK (AKA MORAG MACDOUGAL)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gone to hell. What the fuck is going on lately? Seriously. There's bloody drama everywhere in the damn castle. Does this usually happen before the holidays or something? I mean, shouldn't we all be rejoicing that we're getting off school soon? That's what we should be doing, partying it up and having fun, not having fights and yelling at each other and being all moody and depressed. &lt;strike&gt;I'm one to talk, aren't I?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sodding sick of it. I just want to be happy again. Christmas is coming soon and all I can think about is if all my friends will actually want to be around for it. Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO SELF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking miserable. Hermione won't talk to me, Harry and Ginny are having the fight of the century, and I'm starting to lose my excitement about the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to do in the Harry and Ginny situation. Harry's my best mate and he has a point about the whole going behind his back thing. But Ginny's my sister and she was worried about Harry's well-being. How am I supposed to react to this? Should I be taking sides? I'm bloody confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the whole Hermione situation. She won't talk to me. She won't even look at me. It's been almost a week and we haven't spoken a word. I miss her. I miss her so much it's making me mope around like an idiot. Think I will go through with that whole SPEW thing... she's got to talk to me then, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HARRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you doing, mate? Any better? Anything I can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO GINNY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you holding up, Gin? This has got to be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HERMIONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not talking to me, then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up everyone, please? What's Christmas if everyone's bloody depressed?</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:5094</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/5094.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=5094"/>
    <title>018. 12/03/97</title>
    <published>2008-03-12T20:31:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T20:36:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO SELF/AGAINST PROFESSORS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck? Are Fred and George sodding psychics? How else would they know that sending me that shite now would be more embarrassing than ever with all the ruddy sex dreams I've been having? They're bloody evil... Satan's spawn, I swear. Figures they were born on April Fool's Day. Fitting, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I supposed to do with that stuff? Not like I &lt;strike&gt;can&lt;/strike&gt; would use it. &lt;strike&gt;Though the book looks rather interesting.&lt;/strike&gt; If I even &lt;i&gt;mentioned&lt;/i&gt; the owl to Hermione she'd flip out. Where am I even supposed to put it? I bet if I tried to chuck the stuff it'd jump right back in my hand or something. Sounds like something Fred and George would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell. Do not think about sex products and Hermione. Do not think about sex products and Hermione. Do not think about sex products and Hermione. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. Too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HARRY/AGAINST PROFESSORS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred and George sent me an owl. With new products of theirs. Sex products. Some Kama sutra book, a lust potion and handcuffs. Merlin, mate, what the fuck am I supposed to do with that stuff? Hermione will flip. Help me out here? What do I do with the stuff? Where do I put it? How do I keep Hermione from finding it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help. Please. AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL GINNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE TO HARRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who invented big brothers? Seriously. I'd like to have a talk with him or her.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:4641</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/4641.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=4641"/>
    <title>017. 11/29/97</title>
    <published>2008-03-08T20:17:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-08T20:17:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;HEXED AGAINST PROFESSORS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fucking hell. I've sodding sprained my knee! I got caught on the staircase last night in that trick step, stupid bloody thing wouldn't let me go for almost an hour, and when I was trying to reach my wand that fell on the step below, I twisted my ruddy knee. Woke up in a lot of pain this morning so I sucked it up and went to see Pomfrey. Says I sprained it! Can barely walk. She couldn't even heal the damn thing because it wasn't broken. I've got to let it "heal naturally".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means I won't be able to play quidditch for a few days, Harry. Sorry, mate. Not my fault really. I'll just have to miss a practise or two. I'll still come though, yeah? Watch and all that. Should be good as new in a few days. I'm in a foul mood though. Stupid sodding trick stair! I don't wanna miss quidditch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO SELF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was going to happen after that snog the other night. Merlin. How am I supposed to face her today after that wonderful, hot, passionate dream? God, I'm screwed. Almost every night I've been having these dreams. But after that snog it was intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to notice me acting weird. She's going to see me blushing (because my stupid ears always give it away) and she's going to ask me what's wrong and what the hell am I supposed to tell her? "Sorry, Hermione, I'm a bit embarrassed because I had a dream we were shagging in the Astronomy tower." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a sodding drink. Wish I had some firewhiskey left. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reckon I'm stuck doing homework until I can fly again. Well, at least Hermione will be happy.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:4479</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/4479.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=4479"/>
    <title>016. 11/27/97</title>
    <published>2008-03-01T20:21:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T05:50:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Brilliant match, that was! Congrats to Hufflepuff... wasn't really cheering for either side this time so cheers to the winners! Wonder when the next Gryffindor match is. I'll have to ask Harry or check the schedule. Asking Harry might mean another speech on "Constant vigilance!" Honestly, mate, channeling Moody much, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bloody exhausted. Been a long week, yeah? I reckon a day of skiving off everything and relaxing is in order. Maybe I'll see if there's anyone brave enough to challenge me to chess. I may even head back to bed and kip for a while. Dunno what possessed me to get up at eight this morning! It's bloody Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO SELF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth was I couldn't stay in bed any longer. I was having this dream and... well, it got intense. Hermione and I were... no need to say it. That's not a dream I can have in the middle of a dorm surrounded by four other blokes. Merlin. Had to even take a cold shower when I got up. Dunno how I'm gonna face Hermione. I'll probably blush up a storm. Damn teenage hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next Hogsmeade weekend, anyone know? I'm almost out of sweets and on the last trip I was just recovering from being sick so I didn't get to stock up and go to all the places I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off for a nap and then you can find me in the common room. Anyone who wants to shirk their homework duties is welcome to join.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:4296</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/4296.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=4296"/>
    <title>015. 11/17/97</title>
    <published>2008-02-25T18:46:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-25T18:48:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Brilliant weekend that was, I have to say. Really, top notch. Too bad its ending as usual and classes are resuming for the week. Who votes for a four day weekend all the time, yeah? I sure do. Hardly slept at all last night and ended up getting up early... I was down in the Great Hall for breakfast at 6 AM. I'm bloody exhausted. Wish I could skive off classes and take a nap but that's not gonna happen. Oh well, early night tonight maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the quidditch match coming up. Not sure who to cheer for this time... perhaps some of you can persuade me on which team is better. It'll be nice to go and see a match without having to be stressed about playing in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HARRY AND GINNY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the locket under my pillow after breakfast, Harry. Thanks again, mate. It's perfect. Hopefully Hermione thinks so too. Plan to give it to her in the next few days. Maybe tonight if she has a bit of free time. If you speak to Tonks, tell her thanks, yeah? She really saved me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gin, thanks for getting it from her. Whatever you said worked and she didn't seem suspicious. Hasn't mentioned it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HERMIONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, love. You think you have a bit of free time tonight? Or another night... doesn't matter really. There's something I'd like to show you. Nothing bad, don't worry. I can already see that mind of yours working overtime. Let me know, yeah? It'd be brill if you could meet me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas holidays are approaching faster and faster. I love Christmas! Best time of year, it is. And the holidays are definitely needed. We all deserve a bit of a break, don't you agree? Less than a month to go!</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:4035</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/4035.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=4035"/>
    <title>014. 11/13/97</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T06:23:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T07:06:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;HEXED AGAINST SLYTHERINS AND NON-FRIENDLY FOLK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Know what's brilliant? When your full intention is to do one thing, something simple, you know, like studying, and something else, &lt;i&gt;completely brilliant and fantastic&lt;/i&gt; happens in the process. Yes, definitely brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't speak Ron (many people don't...it's quite the complicated language) here's a little update on what exactly I'm referring to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERMIONE GRANGER IS MY GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. You read right. I bloody love Hermione Granger. I love her more than quidditch and more than food and if you know me at all you know how much that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what else is brilliant? Snogging in front of the fire. Really, you should try it.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:3635</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/3635.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=3635"/>
    <title>013. 11/11/97</title>
    <published>2008-02-19T22:18:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-19T22:19:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know how bloody great it is to be feeling better? Blasted cold lasted for like 5 days. Still dunno where the hell I got it but at least its gone now. No more staying in bed. I even managed to make it down to Hogsmeade this weekend for a bit. I would've been pretty damn pissed if I'd missed the entire Hogsmeade weekend because I was bloody sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HARRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginny found out about the whole firewhiskey thing and has made me promise to save her some or at least let her join in next time. Apparently she outdrank Bill in the summer. Not sure if I believe that one but yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO SELF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going bloody insane here. I don't know how much longer I can keep these feelings for her in. Seriously. After the ball, it's just getting really hard not to say anything. She looked so sodding gorgeous and all the dancing and walking and ARG. I have no idea what's going through her head. I have no idea how she feels. I don't even know if she had a good time with me at that sodding ball. Love's too damn complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO GINNY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Hermione happen to mention anything at all to you about if she had a good time at the ball or not? Anything? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downside of being sick? (Well, besides the being sick part, naturally.) Missing tons of classes and having to catch up after. I'm drowning in mounds of homework. Stupid bloody essays. I reckon I'll be spending most of tonight catching up on homework and assignments. Oh joy.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:3379</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/3379.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=3379"/>
    <title>012. 11/06/97</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T00:46:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T00:46:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;HEXED AGAINST PROFESSORS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever gave me this fucking cold is going to pay. Been sodding stuck in bed all day long... I feel like shit. Runny nose, sore throat, cough, headache... you name it, I have it. Bloody hell. I feel like a damn hippogriff ran me over, backed up and then ran me over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HARRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you also had the biggest hangover after that firewhiskey. Good thing we didn't have class the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there willing to give me notes from classes today? Or bring me some chocolate? Thank Merlin my stomach isn't affected. Not being able to eat on top of everything would suck.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:3131</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/3131.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=3131"/>
    <title>011. 10/27/97</title>
    <published>2008-02-04T21:04:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-04T21:05:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What's all this about doubting that Gryffindor will win the match on Saturday? Rubbish, all of it! Gryffindor is right awesome and we're going to beat the bloody Slytherins to a pulp. How can we not with the amount of training and gruelling practises we've been having? If we're not fit now, we'll never be and I know we are. I have the bruises and aches to prove it. Slytherin winning, HA! BULLOCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ball's on Friday, eh? Who's doing the costume thing? Opted for dress robes, myself. Just easier and all that. But I'm curious to see who's going in costumes and what they've chosen to go as. I'd have probably gone as a Chudley Cannons player if &lt;strike&gt;Hermione and I&lt;/strike&gt; I'd decided on a costume. Not sure if I like this mask thing, though. Gonna be a bit odd, isn't it? Not knowing who people are. Though I reckon you'll all be able to tell which one is me... no mistaking my hair, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HARRY AND GINNY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm still not entirely sure about this walk before the ball being a date or not (I'm going to go with not... no reason to set myself up for disapointment), is it required of me to like, get her flowers or something? I dunno. I'm rubbish at this. It was pretty much only snogging with Lavender. There was no need to think about this stuff. Should I get her a flower or some kind of thing like that? A chocolate or candies or something? Arg, I'm so confused. This ball is warping my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:3037</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/3037.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=3037"/>
    <title>010. 10/24/97</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T01:53:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T02:00:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, how brilliant was it not having classes today? Seriously. Since when to the professor have an all day staff meeting? Not that I'm complaining, of course. No classes was pretty sodding brilliant. Slept in, no homework. Wicked. And that quidditch match! Absolutely brill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HARRY AND GINNY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have asked Hermione out. Well, sort of. I'm not entirely sure. We were discussing the ball and she said it started 'round nine which I thought was a bit odd, yeah? Bit late and all that. But reckon it makes sense since it's for upper years. That's what Hermione said anyways and... I'm rambling. Er, right. Back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I really realized what the bloody hell I was doing, I asked her if she wanted to take a walk beforehand. She said yes. Is that a date? Erm. Well, does it count, I mean? We're going to the ball as friends so does that mean the walk's as friends too? Fucking hell. I'm so confused. &lt;strike&gt;Can I snog her on this walk?&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;END PRIVATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for some sweets and maybe a walk or something. Think I have some of Mum's cookies left in my trunk. And some chocolate frogs. Right, it's decided then. Sweets and walk since I've no homework (wicked feeling, isn't it?) and its the weekend.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:2725</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/2725.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=2725"/>
    <title>009. 10/20/97</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T03:23:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T03:27:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so, minor dilemna here. I just got a package from Fred and George through owl post. How is this a dilemna, you ask? Three reasons. One: Fred and George never send me packages. Ever. Two: When they do send me packages, they're full of jokes and/or pranks and/or are hexed. Three: Last time I gave them the benefit of the doubt I spent three days speaking with a lisp. Yeah, exactly. They're bloody evil. So, I'm not exactly sure what to do here... it's dangerous opening things from the twins! I am noy going back to that ruddy hospital wing. Maybe I'll have Hermione check it! She'd probably give them the benefit of the doubt though and doesn't really know how they operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just open it myself? I could be risking injury. The first time I opened one of their letters on my own I wound up with boils all over my hands with the explanation that they were looking for a test subject for their latest product and thought I'd be willing. Willing my arse. Bloody twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Gin? I'm coming to find you. I think between the two of us we can figure out if this sodding package is dangerous or not. Have your wand ready, yeah? Could explode on us.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:2380</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/2380.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=2380"/>
    <title>008. 10/17/97</title>
    <published>2008-01-25T01:36:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-25T01:36:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Apparently I've got a knack for catching people mid-snog. No idea why. Was patrolling for prefect duty today and I stumbled across a pair of second years (second years!) snogging in a broom cupboard! Since when do twelve year olds snog like they're twenty years old? Bloody gross. Twelve! They were sodding twelve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm about to fall over. Every bone in my body aches because of tha gruelling quidditch practise last night. Geez, Harry, you trying to kill us? "Constant vigilance!" You're sounding like Moody! Cut us a bit of a break, yeah? I could barely move when I woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ball eh? Coming up. &lt;strike&gt;Hermione's my date!&lt;/strike&gt; Who's doing the costume thing and who's doing the dress robes thing? Going with dress robes, myself. I have a feeling this ball is &lt;strike&gt;definitely&lt;/strike&gt; shaping up to be better than the last.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:2229</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/2229.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=2229"/>
    <title>007. 10/13/97</title>
    <published>2008-01-21T03:21:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-21T03:21:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, a ball, eh? Least this one's got the whole costume and mask thing. Might make it interesting. And the weird sisters are playing which is wicked. I reckon this ball will be better than the last one. &lt;strike&gt;At least I hope so. Ruddy Krum.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO GINNY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... think I'm going to ask Hermione to this one. As friends maybe. Least I won't get humiliated that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HARRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume you'll be attending this ball with my sister? Be good alright? I don't wanna catch you two snogging on the dancefloor or something. &lt;strike&gt;I'm asking Hermione.&lt;/strike&gt; I think I'm going to ask Hermione... hope that's not weird or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HERMIONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er...hi. So, um. I reckon I should listen to you this time around and take that advice you yelled at me... This is what you meant right? &lt;strike&gt;Damnit.&lt;/strike&gt; Erm, guess that doesn't make sense unless you know what I'm talking about. So um, yeah. Do you want to go to this ball with me? &lt;strike&gt;As my date&lt;/strike&gt; As friends? I'm not that bad of a dancer, I promise. Mum taught all of us... well, made us learn actually. I just didn't want to dance last time. &lt;strike&gt;I will with you, though.&lt;/strike&gt; So, uh, what do you say, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:1841</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/1841.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=1841"/>
    <title>006. 10/12/97</title>
    <published>2008-01-20T17:08:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-20T17:13:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;WARDED AGAINST PROFESSORS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH MY EYES. My poor, precious, unharmed eyes! Why! Why me? Bloody fucking hell. Madam Pince. Library. Filch. KISSING. SODDING KISSING IN THE LIBRARY. Oh gross. Oh sodding gross. Someone distract me please. Make me think of something else. Get that horrible, horrible image out of my head. Please. Give me anything, anything else to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin. I need a bloody drink.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:1724</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/1724.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=1724"/>
    <title>005. 10/06/97</title>
    <published>2008-01-15T00:24:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-15T00:24:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's bloody great not to have a broken wrist anymore. Do you know how hard it was to do &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; without that hand? Took me hours just to get dressed in the morning! Ruddy annoying, it was. But it's all healed and back to normal now, thank Merlin. Pomfrey said she'd never seen a broken wrist take so long to heal. Apparently I'm a slow healer. Who knew? She gave me this potion to keep in case I feel any discomfort or pain in the wrist but I doubt I'll need it. Feels as good as knew and I was flying the morning and it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else is having an insane amount of trouble with this sodding Potions essay? Really, you'd think that Snape &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; us to fail. &lt;strike&gt;Probably does, the great greasy git.&lt;/strike&gt; I keep putting it off thinking I'll be struck with some kind of brilliance but it's due in a few days and I've got nothing. Guess I should buckle down and get working, yeah? Maybe after dinner tonight. &lt;strike&gt;Maybe not.&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:1490</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/1490.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=1490"/>
    <title>004. 09/27/97</title>
    <published>2008-01-09T00:49:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-09T03:30:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bloody fucking hell! In case anyone wonders why I haven't been around all morning it's because I've been in the sodding hospital wing. Pomfrey is getting on my last nerve... no, scratch that, she's already broken my last nerve. Stupid sodding wind knocking me off my sodding broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, basically I broke my right wrist. Shattered it, actually. Brilliant. Can't write or anything... even right now I've been dictating to this quill I charmed to write for me. Gets a little irritating having to say what I want to write and don't think it'd work too well in class with all the extra noise around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a fly this morning before breakfast to clear my head and huge gust of wind comes out of practically nowhere and knocks me right off my broom. Fell right to the ground and landed on my wrist... bent it back it this really horrid angle too. Pretty gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's shattered and I've got to stay in the blasted hospital wing all day taking potions every half hour to help mend it and Pomfrey won't even let me leave for meals or anything because she "doesn't want to risk me using my hand". That lady needs a hobby... one that doesn't involve pestering me! Bloody woman's a nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to take potions for the next 4-5 days until it heals and I won't be able to take my own notes in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione... would you help me out? Take some notes for me? Please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO BIANCA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll have to meet up tomorrow, yeah? Or next week? Can't leave the hospital wing today. Dunno when my wrist'll be better but we can still do something once I get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:1233</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/1233.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=1233"/>
    <title>003. 09/26/97</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T02:02:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T02:02:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Weekend's here finally. Been a bloody long week. Is it just me or are the professors acting like tyrants lately? Um, hello, we've got other subjects to worry about! Not that I worry about them in the first place... been a bit distracted as of late &lt;strike&gt;probably because I've snogged 2 different girls in a span of 3 days!&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a fly yesterday in the rain. Brilliant as always. But I've been sodding exhausted all day now because after a gruelling quidditch practise I ended up staying out there to fly &lt;strike&gt;and snog with Bianca&lt;/strike&gt; when really, I should have been napping. Was worth it though, I reckon. Plus, now, I've got all weekend to recouperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO SELF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain to Hermione that the snog with Linda was just a snog but apparently she thinks that if you snog someone you're automatically dating them. Brill. Of course that means she's all mad at me so I sent her this owl as an apology with a new quill because I hear girls like that sort of thing but she didn't seem too thrilled by it. I don't even know if she's still mad or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I'm apparently cool now? Seriously. Who would've guessed I'd've snogged Linda and Bianca within 3 days? No one and that's exactly the point. And Bianca's in Slytherin! That's a shock itself, yeah? But she's gorgeous and she fancies snogging me so I'm not complaining. Maybe I'll see if she wants to go for another fly this weekend or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO BIANCA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, hi. You, uh, want to meet up this weekend to &lt;strike&gt;snog&lt;/strike&gt; do something or whatever? &lt;strike&gt;Er&lt;/strike&gt; Right. Um, let me know, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:995</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/995.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=995"/>
    <title>002. 09/24/97</title>
    <published>2008-01-03T00:37:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-03T00:42:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've had a bloody headache all day. Been pounding like a madman since last night. I could barely stay awake in classes today (not that I don't have trouble staying awake usually... is it just me or have all the professors gotten like extra boring this year?). I smacked my head on a shelf last night while I was... well, while I was doing something. Think it might've been worth it, though. The thing I was doing while I smacked my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is complaining about the rain should bloody well stop! It's brilliant. Went running in it the other day and, if its still raining tomorrow morning, am gonna go for a fly before classes. Flying in the rain is wicked. You should all go try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished half my homework. Think I'll finish before breakfast tomorrow. Or after. Depending on how hungry I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;PRIVATE TO HARRY/DORMMATES&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione walked in on me while I was changing earlier. Well, I wasn't even changing. I had just gotten undressed. I'm standing there in my boxers and she bursts right in! 'Course my ears instantly went red, bloody things. She looked away so quickly I'm surprised she didn't get whiplash. Should I be offended?&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:716</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/716.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=716"/>
    <title>001. 09/22/97</title>
    <published>2007-12-30T02:11:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-31T22:07:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What do you do when a second year has a crush on you and follows you around every bloody place you go? Merlin! This girl has been every place I've gone all day long. She thinks she's being sneaky, hiding around corners and under tables, but I see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just came up to me a few minutes ago, put a cupcake in my hand and ran off. Know what it said? "I &amp;lt;3 You". What the hell am I supposed to do with that? Well, besides eat it, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm irresistable, but really, a second year? Merlin, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've finally finished my Transfiguration homework. Bloody stuff took me hours. But thanks to Hermione I started it. And now, I think, it's the perfect time for a chocolate frog. Cupcakes and chocolate go well together, don't you think? At least this cupcake didn't contain a love potion like the last sweet I ate from an admirer.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:spidersbegone:508</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/508.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/data/atom/?itemid=508"/>
    <title>Application for Ron Weasley</title>
    <published>2007-12-28T03:01:41Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-26T13:51:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/505/7546703528129kl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Made for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='riddikulus' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/community/riddikulus/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/community/riddikulus/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;riddikulus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/386/grint1pf0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in character.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;FULL NAME:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt; Ronald &lt;strike&gt;Bilius&lt;/strike&gt; Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;AGE/BIRTHDATE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt; 17, March 1, 1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOUSE AND YEAR:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt; Gryffindor, 7th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLOODLINE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt; Pureblood, not that he cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;WAND:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt; willow, 14", unicorn tail hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEXUALITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt; Heterosexual or Hermionesexual as he's starting to realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/8809/grint4lw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;USERNAME:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='spidersbegone' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/spidersbegone/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spidersbegone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLAYED BY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agirlsworld.com/rachel/hangin-with/pix/rupertg2.jpg"&gt;Rupert Grint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/3059/n505510718556366880nv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERSONALITY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Weasley is the youngest boy of the Weasley clan. Having only Ginny as being younger than him, he’s always been protective of her and, unfortunately, been the butt of a lot of Fred and George’s jokes. This has made Ron, as times, very defensive. He is always on the defence as he needed to be as a child against his older brothers’s plots. Once he decides something he rarely changes his mind. Ron is very loyal, especially to people he loves. His best friends are Harry Potter and Hermione Granger and he considers them both family. This, of course, means that Ron is on the light side of the war in the wizarding world. He was always completely opposed to Voldemort and his views. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron is oblivious and most of the time misses things that are right in front of his eyes. He is set in his ways and stubborn. He still holds the same views on some topics as he did back in school. Ron has a temper that can be set off in a number of ways: insulting his family and friends, making fun of his appearance/attributes, being bossed around or told what to do. Ron is not very confident in himself at all. He often thinks he's inadequate and he covers this insecurity up with a front of confidence and a fake ego but really, he mostly believes that he's nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron has and irrational fear of spiders caused by the traumatic experience of having one of his favourite stuffed toys as a child being transfigured into a big, hairy spider. Ron can come off as a bit fo a wimp at times but inside he is very brave. He would step in front of a curse for his friends or family in a second. Ron is not a very good planner or organizer but when it comes to Quidditch this completely changes. He can strategize Quidditch plays better than anyone else. Sometimes it takes ron a while to pick up on things like learning a spell, but once he gets it right, its more powerful than one can imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron doesn’t mind being alone if his mood is right but normally, he prefers to be around friends and family as much as possible. Ron can take care of himself when needed but mostly relies on others for things such as cooking and cleaning. His Mum constantly sends him enough food for a village so he never goes hungry. He’s a bit of a slob and he likes it that way. He calls it organized chaos and can find anything he needs in his mess though no one else knows how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing angers Ron more than insulting his family and friends. Ron will come to the defense of someone he cares about without a moment’s hesitation. Because of his advantage of height over most, he’s known to use physical means in defending others but he’s become particularly good at combining that with magical means and verbal insults if necessary. Ron considers himself very lucky to have the friends and family he does and he feels the need to prove his level of caring in any way he can. He's also insanely protective of the women in his life i.e. Ginny and Hermione. He feels it is necessary as Ginny's big brother to watch out for her and the same goes for Hermione, though, there are different reasons behind his protectiveness of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron can often be very insecure and his search for reassurance in anything can sometimes neglect to realize the feelings of others. A prime example of this is him finding out everyone but him in his group of friends had snogged someone in 6th year. He then proceeded to pursue Lavender Brown in a very obvious, very rude way, hurting Hermione and many others along the way. Another example is his reaction to Harry being chosen for the Triwizard tournament. To him it was just another time that Harry upstaged him and he was pushed into his shadow and so he acted out, reacting in the only way he knew how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/8282/setdl029uw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;HISTORY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron grew up in a noisy, loving and full household. His parents, Arthur and Molly Weasley, though not the richest family in the world, provided a household full of fun and love. He's always known that his family doesn't have as much money as others but it's never bothered him. Though he tends to get very embarrassed when someone teases him on this matter (which never really happened until he met Draco Malfoy at age 11), he loves his family and knows he's very lucky. He has 5 brothers and 1 sister: Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, &lt;strike&gt;Percy&lt;/strike&gt;, and Ginny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron was a lively and curious child. He was always finding ways to get into trouble whether he tried to or not. One of the stories his parents always tell him is about the time when he was a toddler and he pulled his father’s wand off the table to play with it and ended up shooting sparks in the living room that exploded like fireworks. His mother would constantly find him in the kitchen with all kinds of pots, pans, utensils and food around him, banging and playing away. As a child he was closest with Ginny since they are closest in age and that fact remains true to this day. He endured tons of torture from Fred and George, one occurrence resulting in his irrational fear of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron was home schooled by his mother before attending Hogwarts as all of his siblings were. Raised in a large family, Ron is used to very little privacy and constant noise. His house was always loud and busy and he's come to love it as its all he's ever known. At age 11, knowing he would be attending Hogwarts, Ron hoped with everything he had that he'd be put in Gryffindor with his brothers. He didn't want to be the odd one out and he heard so many great things about that house and bad things about the others. It was a great fear of his for the few months leading up the school where he would be sorted but was extremely relieved that he was, in fact, a Gryffindor at heart.  Before he even arrived at the school, Ron made his first friend at Hogwarts, Harry Potter. Feeling lucky having chosen the compartment Harry was sitting in, Ron soon found out that Harry was a nice boy and no longer saw him as a celebrity and just his friend. In that same train ride he met his soon to be other best friend, Hermione Granger, but at first did not like her and thought her to be annoying. This all changed once him and Harry saved Hermione from the troll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second and third year was a time of change for Ron. He began to see, when Ginny was captured, that life was not going to be easy from this moment on and there were more important things in life than Quidditch and food. When Hermione was petrified, Ron was surprised at how concerned, worried and scared he was. His feelings for his female best friend were changing and he wouldn't acknowledge it just yet. Facing Aragog and the masses of spiders was one of the hardest things Ron ever had to do. Never in his life had he been so afraid before but, to this day, he considers it one of his greatest achievements that he made it through unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In third year, Ron spent most of his time arguing with Hermione about her cat, fearing for his life with the escape of Sirius Black and worrying about Harry. It came as quite the surprise to find out his family fat, passed down from his brothers, was actually the thought to be dead Peter Pettigrew. Ron felt a loss once finding this out as Scabbers was the only pet he ever had. Ron also very quite left out when Harry and Hermione used the timeturner together and he wasn't able to go. He's gotten over it, of course, but still regrets not being able to help them. At the end of third year, Ron recieved Pig from none other than Sirius Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth year was a huge step in growing up for Ron. The Yule Ball brought about new and intense feelings for him. For the first time he experienced extreme jealousy over Hermione going to the ball with Viktor Krum, though he disguised it as anger that she was fraternizing with the enemy. He didn't realize at the time that his feelings were actually jealousy and he played them off as concern, worry and protectiveness of his friend. He had a huge falling out with Harry, hurt and upset that Harry wouldn't tell Ron he was entering. His jealousy and anger also had to do with the fact that he felt like he was constantly overshadowed in his life; first by his many brothers and now by his best friend. But during his fallout with Harry he discovered how important Harry's friendship was to him and how in danger Harry now was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth year wasn't the best for Ron. He felt as if the world was going on around him. The only highlight of his year was finally making the Quidditch team as keeper and having the "Weasley is our king" song be constantly sung after his amazing performance in that one match. Ron loved the DA but hated dealing with Umbridge. The Department of Mysteries is something Ron tries not to think about, though he still has the scars to remind him. The loss of Sirius hurt Ron more than he let on, trying to be strong for Harry's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth year was the most intense of them all. Throughout the whole year Ron felt as if Harry was always getting everything. The potions book with the Half-Blood prince only strengthened this. The most important occurence of the year, however, was the distinct change in his relationship with Hermione. Ron was extremely surprised when she asked him to Slughorn's party. But once finding out from Ginny that Hermione has kissed Krum, Ron was angry and jealous and hardly knew how to deal with it. Ron felt as if he were behind his friends, not having kissed anyone and that is where Lavender Brown comes in. He used her to get back at Hermione for kissing Krum, to show his sister he wasn't behind, to make himself feel better and Ron regrets it. His almost death on his birthday put things in perspective for him and although he had yet to confess his feelings for Hermione, he knew they were there. He was afraid of the rejection he might face and was afraid of ruining the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/2453/199576ws6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
  </entry>
</feed>
