I saw your private post to Charlie and me yesterday but didn't think it was a good idea to reply there. Ginny, there's been a lot of talk around the office about how private messages in student journals at Hogwarts seem to be drawing fire from your new Headmistress. I really must insist that if you have something to say to me of a private nature, you write it in my journal (or Charlie's), not your own.
That being said...
I'm sorry that you've been feeling at loose ends and lonely. And I'm sorry that you feel that Ron, Fred and George have been absorbed with their own affairs. Not surprised, though. Teenage boys can be remarkably dense like that, you know. You have to hit them on the side of a head with a brick sometimes to make them pay attention to things.
Thing is, Dad's death shook us all up, maybe in ways we don't entirely understand. Boys may deal with it by going off and ignoring things, riding brooms, playing Exploding Snap, pulling pranks.
Mum deals with it in her own way, too. Baking a lot...I've gained almost half a stone since moving back home, and I bet you've been getting extra tins of shortbread by owl. I guess she's doing as well as can be expected. I've been dealing with mine by burying myself in my new job, and Charlie tells me he deals with his by volunteering for extra shifts babysitting brooding dragons (which is probably why he hasn't replied to you; I think he doesn't take his journal out with him to the hatching grounds).
Grief comes out in all sorts of unexpected ways. So while you may not know how to deal with these feelings, I'm not surprised to hear about them.
Interesting to hear about Dean Thomas. I don't think I've met him, but Dad told about him a time or two. He was really proud that he pulled Dean out of the camps, you know, but I don't think he'd want Dean to fret over the idea that Dad was looking for any kind of gratitude that he didn't get. Dad knew what a difference he'd made in that kid's life, and that was enough for him.
Be patient with yourself, Gin. Love you. Can't wait to see you at Easter.
Private message to Ginny Weasley
I saw your private post to Charlie and me yesterday but didn't think it was a good idea to reply there. Ginny, there's been a lot of talk around the office about how private messages in student journals at Hogwarts seem to be drawing fire from your new Headmistress. I really must insist that if you have something to say to me of a private nature, you write it in my journal (or Charlie's), not your own.
That being said...
I'm sorry that you've been feeling at loose ends and lonely. And I'm sorry that you feel that Ron, Fred and George have been absorbed with their own affairs. Not surprised, though. Teenage boys can be remarkably dense like that, you know. You have to hit them on the side of a head with a brick sometimes to make them pay attention to things.
Thing is, Dad's death shook us all up, maybe in ways we don't entirely understand. Boys may deal with it by going off and ignoring things, riding brooms, playing Exploding Snap, pulling pranks.
Mum deals with it in her own way, too. Baking a lot...I've gained almost half a stone since moving back home, and I bet you've been getting extra tins of shortbread by owl. I guess she's doing as well as can be expected. I've been dealing with mine by burying myself in my new job, and Charlie tells me he deals with his by volunteering for extra shifts babysitting brooding dragons (which is probably why he hasn't replied to you; I think he doesn't take his journal out with him to the hatching grounds).
Grief comes out in all sorts of unexpected ways. So while you may not know how to deal with these feelings, I'm not surprised to hear about them.
Interesting to hear about Dean Thomas. I don't think I've met him, but Dad told about him a time or two. He was really proud that he pulled Dean out of the camps, you know, but I don't think he'd want Dean to fret over the idea that Dad was looking for any kind of gratitude that he didn't get. Dad knew what a difference he'd made in that kid's life, and that was enough for him.
Be patient with yourself, Gin. Love you. Can't wait to see you at Easter.