Hello, Hello, Hello! So, basically, my name is Angie and I decided that I wanted to create a diary for Willow, my school RPG Charrie. First because she cracks me up, and I've grown really fond of her, and second because I have an extraordinary bad memory and I wanted to keep track of everything she does because I want everyone to know how the real Willow is

Oh, yep. And I'd like to give some credit to Ashlie (Hermione_Loves_Ron), because she was the one that started the whole thing about creating a journal about your charrie=)

Okay, here I go

•{Memories of a Claw}•


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June 15 (5:00 PM)

I’m finally home, and I’m not sure if I should be happy about that. Sure I sort of miss dad… and even my brothers, but honestly I don’t feel like dealing with them right now. They remind me of mum, and that’s something I don’t want to think about. At all

Whatever, I have to go… Dad’s calling.

5:03 pm

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5:20 PM

Merlin this is going to be a LONG summer

I should’ve known better, really; when my dad told in that letter that this was going to be a brilliant summer, I should’ve known that he was using his definition of Brilliant.

First, he starts giving me a lecture about how I need to take care of the family business after him, because my brothers won’t do. I can’t blame him, though; Nikola, Branimir and Ivan have nothing but pure air in their heads. Bunch of idiots, those three are.

Second, he started to bash Quidditch. According to him, we the Kovac’s have more important things to do and think, than to waste our time on such a pointless and ridiculous sport such as Quidditch. Grrrrrr… I just wanted to yell and tell him that I was a Quidditch player. I can’t do it, though. He might lock me in my room for the entire summer. Literally

I’m in a bad mood now. Writing about it, it’s just as bad as if my dad was still talking about it.

Anyways, I have to go. Dad told me earlier that we were going to have dinner with the Hawes’. Bleh, I don’t like them.

Plus, their son Allan is scared of me. He wouldn’t be the first to be, though

5:32 PM

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10:40 PM

It’s official. I hate the Hawes’. With Passion

They are shallow, snob and pathetic, Plus, their accent is freaky and weird. Honestly, it sounds fake, and it bugs me to no end, so naturally, it was really long (strange, though) evening.

Well, at least Allan was there, so the time that I spend in their house wasn’t entirely awful. He is really nice, and my goodness he looks so different! I still remember when he was short, with a lot of freckles and had a squeaky voice that annoyed me.

Now—well, like I said earlier, he looks different. And when I say different, I mean it in an extremely good way, considering that he is about two heads and a half taller than me, his freckles seemed to have vanished, and his squeaky voice is now deep, which I must say I really like a lot. Eeek.. I shouldn’t have said that.

Anyways, you can say that he is looking—what’s the term that the girls around the common room use? Handsome, right. Allan is handsome now.

But that’s not all. He’s very nice and smart in his very own way. He is a bit weird, too, I think. He doesn’t like Quidditch. Can you believe it? I know, I’m shocked, too. Regardless, he’s funny, nice (I think I said that a couple of lines ago) handsome and he doesn’t seem to be scared of me anymore.

What was really weird is that my father and his parents were exchanging funny looks. I thought they looked pleased that me and Allan were getting along really well. My brothers didn’t look pleased, though. They were shooting murderous looks in Allan’s direction, and looking at me in a way that caught me off guard. It was almost protective-like. I find that odd… I could be wrong, though. There’s chance that I was over thinking stuff as usual.

I can hear one of the house elves opening the door of my room (I’m on my closet right now, obviously) and I need to tell them to be careful with my Quidditch robes for two reasons; Dad obviously can’t see them, and because the other day I found maggots in them. I suppose those hideous things came from the place were the robes where hidden.

I hate Maggots. I hate animals in general, as a matter of fact.

10:57 PM

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11:01 PM

Wow! I wrote 3 paragraphs about Allan?! Seriously, there must’ve been something in the food they gave me at the Hawes’ house; I mean, it’s the only reasonable explanation that I can think off for writing 3 paragraphs about him.

11:02 PM

*le gasp*

Squeeness.

We finally get to know the real Bone Crusher!!!

I love it!

Ooooooooh.

Me likey..

Allan, eh?

He obviously doesnt know she's really a Bone Crusher. Poor guy.

*Raises eyebrow* That sounds familiar somehow...oh, oh I know! James and... James and...uh...his alter ego...never mind! Still, good story! Come look at mine!

Willow doesn't like animals? Now why didn't Ari know that? Perhaps that's why she doesn't hang out with her then since Ginger is around Ari all the time.

Awesome entry Angie, I'm definitly keeping my eye on this one!

Loookatchu, Angie!

Nice, Willow has a journal. Hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm.

Alas, I have found anti-nature girl's Willow's journal. She won't be happy about that.

Very good, Angie. I applaud you *licks* and I would applaud Willow as well, but she might get offended. PAMS!

New reader!!!

loved the fanfic. Im so subscribing to it. Lol!!!

Itz great that your making a fan fic about your school RPG charactor

cant wait for more

luv ya

xXEvangelineXx

LOL

Thanks, Foxxehh

Grandma

LMAO. Thanks

Thank you!

Nope, she doesn't. She's weird like that

Thanks, Ariiii:

Maybe they can meet on DA

Thanks, luff

Rapunzel might get mentioned once in a while, as the huffie pshyco

No, she definitelu won't

True that. Thanks, bunniieee

Thank youuuu

Willow is mean, twinnie I don't know how Ellie stand her XD. She does have that pictures, she has to keep it on her trunk, though. Her dad wouldn't be happy if he founds out that she plays Quidditch

I did give you that name

Thanks for all the lovely comments, guys =)


Okay, this is a short entry, because DA its close, and I'm sure that the next entries are going to be long enough


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July 2 (5:32 PM)

I miss mom... A lot

I know, that its probably because I’m home, and because this place holds so many memories, and that I shouldn’t be feeling this way.

But I do. I just can’t help it.

Dad’s attitude is certainly not helping. He keeps taking me to have dinner with people I don’t even like. The worst part is, that all of those people have sons. Not one single girl to talk to, just boys.

I can’t wait to go back to school…

5:37 PM

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10:17 PM

I just got back from having dinner with the Aldridge's, and let me tell you, if I thought that the Hawe's (Allan being the exception, of course) and the Weller's were the most annoying people on the planet, the Aldridge's certainly make them look like angels.

At least my dinner with the Hawe's wasn't entirely awful because Allan was there. But Chad Aldridge... For Merlin's pants! That boyd is soooooooo obnoxious! I ended up chucking a carrot at him, and spilling my lemon ice cream on his hair and robes. HA! Serves him right for being such a git.

This was all by accident, naturally... Dad wasn't happy, of course; Paul, Branimir and Nikola congratulated me when dad wasn't listening, however. They thought the ice cream part was quite smooth and that they were proud of me. That's when I realized that I shouldn't have done that, no matter how obnoxious, stupid and idiotic Chad was. My brothers telling me that they are proud of me, is definitely not a good sign. At all.

Now I regret of the spilling my lemon ice cream on his robes; Dad grounded me for that. That lemon ice cream was really good, and I wish I still had it. It was too much for Chad Aldridge's robes and hair to touch; I should've chucked at him his cat instead. That way I would've have taken care of two horrible things at the same time: The stupid pointless cat and Chad.

Okay, the cat part was a bit mean, but I don't care. I hate cats, and I hate Chad Aldridge

The world would be such a better place without cats...

10:38 PM

Anti-cat girl? Ooooooooh.



I'm going to sneakily use Willow's journal to convince her that Punzle is even more insane than she really is.

Does that even make sense? No? Good.

ANGIIIE
I should read your fic since you're reading mine

Lol She doesn't like cats? I don't either xD -High Fives-
PAMS dear xxx

luved the post. How could you hate cats??? i luv them

cant wait for more

luv ya

xXEvangelineXx

I decided to check this out. Add to my charrie journals that I can read. Cause I'm starting with the ones of charries Rhiannon actually knows.

I'll say this in here, cause I'm not going to say it in Jess's: Rhiannon might have sort of started a journal. But I don't know if I'm going to publish it. Because it's extremely personal.

*hides journal from Kristin so she can't publish it* No! My personal thoughts are personal . . .

Oh, relax, Rhiannon.

New Reader!! I love your story and can't wait for more!!!!

*Hides Willow from Rapunzel the pshyco*



She hates cats. With passion.

Thanks, Hollie dear

I don't hate cats. Willow does.
I'm allergic to cats, though.

Thanks, hun