First Person (entry type): [The text appears handwritten, fairly neat or at least as neat as a nine year old who isn't really trying can be. It looks to have been written quickly and with some pressure behind the quill.]
It's not fair. Ron's going to be going to Hogwarts in September, and then I'll be the only one who doesn't get to go. Or, well. Bill's already left and Charlie's finishing soon but that's different cus they got to go already. Why do I have to stay home just cus I'm the littlest? I'll be ten in August and that's totally old enough to go. It's stupid, that's what it is. [The full stop is rather larger and darker than the rest, as though the quill has been pressed to the same spot for a while]
Ugh, mum's calling. Probably found another list of chores to make us do so we don't get into trouble. I'd better go before Ron calls all the less horrible chores and leaves me with the icky ones.
Third Person: Ginny carefully crept down the stairs, pausing to make sure her mother hadn't heard her. While she sometimes hated that things were so quiet during term-time, she had to admit that it did make it easier for her to sneak around when there were fewer brothers to catch her. She just hoped that Ron hadn't decided to have a flying session of his own - the other downside to most of her brothers being at school, there were fewer brooms for her to borrow.
Keeping as quiet as she could, Ginny stole a glance towards the kitchen where she knew her mother was likely to be. Sure enough, Molly had busied herself keeping the kitchen in some sort of order and Ginny was free to continue making her way to the broom cupboard. Taking care not to bump into anything or otherwise do anything that could alert her mother to the fact that she was even downstairs at all - and with Molly, it didn't take much - Ginny quickly made her way to the cupboard and carefully opened it, grinning as her eyes took in the broom she was after. Technically she wasn't allowed to fly but for the past three years or so she had been teaching herself in secret.
Glancing over her shoulder to make sure neither her mother nor Ron were nearby, Ginny carefully took the broom and headed for the back door. Even still on the ground she enjoyed the feel of the broom in her hands, anticipating the sensation of freedom she always found when she was flying. On the ground she was simply Ginny Weasley, baby of the family and treated as such by her parents and brothers. In the air, however, she was free of their over-protective ways - and until she was old enough to start at Hogwarts, those brief hours spent flying would have to be enough.
Re: Ginny Weasley // Harry Potter // 3/3
It's not fair. Ron's going to be going to Hogwarts in September, and then I'll be the only one who doesn't get to go. Or, well. Bill's already left and Charlie's finishing soon but that's different cus they got to go already. Why do I have to stay home just cus I'm the littlest? I'll be ten in August and that's totally old enough to go. It's stupid, that's what it is. [The full stop is rather larger and darker than the rest, as though the quill has been pressed to the same spot for a while]
Ugh, mum's calling. Probably found another list of chores to make us do so we don't get into trouble. I'd better go before Ron calls all the less horrible chores and leaves me with the icky ones.
Third Person: Ginny carefully crept down the stairs, pausing to make sure her mother hadn't heard her. While she sometimes hated that things were so quiet during term-time, she had to admit that it did make it easier for her to sneak around when there were fewer brothers to catch her. She just hoped that Ron hadn't decided to have a flying session of his own - the other downside to most of her brothers being at school, there were fewer brooms for her to borrow.
Keeping as quiet as she could, Ginny stole a glance towards the kitchen where she knew her mother was likely to be. Sure enough, Molly had busied herself keeping the kitchen in some sort of order and Ginny was free to continue making her way to the broom cupboard. Taking care not to bump into anything or otherwise do anything that could alert her mother to the fact that she was even downstairs at all - and with Molly, it didn't take much - Ginny quickly made her way to the cupboard and carefully opened it, grinning as her eyes took in the broom she was after. Technically she wasn't allowed to fly but for the past three years or so she had been teaching herself in secret.
Glancing over her shoulder to make sure neither her mother nor Ron were nearby, Ginny carefully took the broom and headed for the back door. Even still on the ground she enjoyed the feel of the broom in her hands, anticipating the sensation of freedom she always found when she was flying. On the ground she was simply Ginny Weasley, baby of the family and treated as such by her parents and brothers. In the air, however, she was free of their over-protective ways - and until she was old enough to start at Hogwarts, those brief hours spent flying would have to be enough.