Ron Weasley is a bottomless pit.

So I nearly broke my wrist today when I walked into the shop. I stepped inside and then BOOM! I was upside down. I added a watch your step sign after that, because the last thing needed is to be sued.

What's the deal with that witch in Devon? She saw a Dementor? I thought they'd all left Britain?

Yeah, I'd rather follow Dean's lead here, instead of doing that stupid survey.

So, you know, ask me questions and I'll answer them.

So, Friday is my last day at the shop. On Monday I begin my apprenticeship at the Ministry. I'm fairly excited for this.

One odd thing, though. I was getting lunch today and some woman stopped me and started spouting off a bunch of babble about my fortune and how I needed to listen to her. She followed me to Fortescue's and after I ordered my pizza she sat down with me and insisted on reading my palm while I waited.

Listen. Don't. Just don't do that sort of shite. It's barmy.

[warded private]

It didn't help that she was sort of dead on. All right, so she probably recognised me, but it was still weird.

[warded private]

I had an owl this morning.

I've been asked to train for a sort of task force for the Dept. of Int'l Cooperation. I'll get to do RAIDS on the black market. Shit. I'll get to go undercover and go around the world and break up illegal shit.

I'm so fucking excited I can't see straight, and I can't even talk about it with anyone except Harry. I'll just be apprenticing. Doing a bit of classes. Boring. Only, not.

[end ward]

[Harry]

So I reckon that this summer you'll be my boss?

[end ward]

[Private]

So on Monday I have a meeting with Claudius Whittleby, Head of the Department of International Cooperation, for a further interview with him and whoever I will possibly be apprenticing with. It seems a little odd the way that it's being done, but I guess I don't know much about these things. I reckon I'll find out on Monday, including when I will be starting. If I'll be starting.

Hell, I may be pinning everything on this, and I'm not going to even get it. Then I will be stuck at the shop for the rest of my life. I can't fucking do that.

[end ward]

So, is anyone up for a Dublin pub crawl next Saturday night? I think it'd be brilliant. I just wouldn't suggest faking an Irish accent while we're there.

I... got a tiny dragon in the post today? Why?

On Thursday, I'm going to be 25. That's a quarter of a century, for those of you bad at maths. I'd like to thank my mother in advance for wanting to try for another girl, and I'd like to thank my Dad for being willing to help Mum out. You two are ace. I can't say that I'm sorry that I wasn't the girl they wanted, because despite how scary she can be, Ginny's a pretty cool sister.

Also cool siblings: Bill, Charlie, Percy, and George. Fleur is cool, and Victoire is the best.

I better get good presents for this.

Also, my friends are the best. That is all.

[warded private]

I don't know what I want to do. The idea of a desk job doesn't really appeal to me much, but it might be better than I expect. I just think that I could make a real difference if I were helping to make trade laws better. I mean, it's like, everyone I know makes a difference themselves, and I was making a difference by association, and that really wasn't enough.

Dad says I should speak to someone in International Cooperation, so I flooed them this morning, and I have an appointment to speak about an apprenticeship on Thursday. Ironic, a bit, that the day I really start doing something to change my life is my birthday.

[end ward]

I was reading the paper today, and it really made me start thinking about when we were in school and had Professor Lupin. And I was thinking how much I really liked him. And then I remembered how I reacted when I first learnt he was a werewolf, and I feel ashamed, because he was a hell of a friend to my parents, and an asset to the war effort. And you know, he was one of the best teachers I ever had at Hogwarts. I got to know him during the war, and he was also one of the nicest people I've ever known. And he was a werewolf. And honestly, if I hadn't been told, I wouldn't have even known.

All of this is to say that if making the Wolfsbane available to those that want it, and make it easy for them to get and to pay for it is a bad thing, then I reckon that in this, I'm one of the bad guys. They don't ask to be bitten, they are, and it's hell and stupid that because of that, when there is the means of making it so that they can have a better quality of life and are not a threat to themselves or to anything we still treat Werewolves like they're second class. The one I knew -- the one I called friend -- was first class.

[warded private]
I don't know. I love doing all the traveling, but it's getting to be a bit of the same old thing, seeing the same old places and nothing new. I don't even really have time to explore anywhere, I just go, have meetings, find some food, and then go home.

And it's a good thing that I'm helping George, but I don't know if this is what I want to do anymore. It doesn't feel like it makes a difference.

I sort of want to make a difference. Like Harry does. Like Hermione does.

[end ward]

So I'm taking Mum to see the Merchant of Venice tonight, and before that we're going to dinner at that Italian place in Hogsmeade. I am thinking I should get her flowers and chocolates, like a proper date.

Madrid. It's a nice place.

Right. So. I reckon I'm starting to travel a bit again. This week I'll be Portkeying to Paris and Madrid for a few days, and then next week I'm going to be in Berlin and Stockholm. Close enough that I'm out of England, but I still get to come home at night.

Last week I had a day out with the prettiest girl in the world. Who is, by the way, Victoire Weasley. We went on the Eye twice, saw a Muggle film, and ate ourselves silly.

[warded private]

So, I'm in Seattle. I arrived all right, and it was good to see Cliff and Deirdre again. We're going tomorrow to visit Missy's grave, and then we're going to the Dragon Brewery to the unveiling of the ale that they've named in memory of her. They're calling it the Spirit of Missy, which is a little weird, but she loved beer and had just started to teach me how to brew. I think I'll learn this year.

I'd left her ring there; it was too hard to look at. But Deirdre had it and gave it too me after lunch today. It felt good looking at it, and it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Maybe I'll keep it for Victoire for when she's older. Missy would have wanted that, I think. I'll talk to Fleur about it when I get home.

[end ward]

Well, the news reports that the UK is still floating. Good job, Boot, keeping her there.

Also, to all you worried gits, I arrived all right, and now I'm going to sleep on the most comfortable damned couch in the entire world. And I am not kidding. I love this couch so much, I'm tempted to shrink it and bring it back to England with me. Or maybe buy one just like it.

Also, Seattle is really damned COOL. And it's like, bloody stupid o'clock at home and I'm about to bloody well fall over because what the hell I'm tired.

[Warded to Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione]

I'm going to Seattle. I'll be gone for a couple of days. Tomorrow is the first anniversary of Missy's death and I really need to be there.

[end ward]

[warded to Fleur]

Fleur, I'm sorry, I can't do the auction. I'm just not ready yet. I mean, I was going to MARRY her, and if everything had happened like it was supposed to, I would be married to her now and - yeah, you know. But I'll help, make a donation, whatever you need. Maybe we can get Seamus to donate the Bangery to host it?

[end ward]

So, don't let England fall into the ocean whilst I'm gone, all right?

[Warded to Harry]

Oi, you want to go to the Bangery tonight since the Leaky is closed? I'm starving and Mum's having that green shite I can't eat without puking.

So I found this stuff in my desk, and it's sort of sticky and green and when I throw it, it sticks to the ceiling. I hope it doesn't stain, but it's pretty entertaining to watch it fall.

What the hell? Is it 'let your animals loose in Diagon Alley' night? There is a barn owl on my window and it just keeps LOOKING at me. Pig's gone mad because of it.