"I need a place where I can shout and weep. I have to be a Spanish savage at some time of the day. I record here the hysteria life causes in me. The overflow of an undisciplined extravagance. To hell with taste and art, with all contractions and polishings. Here I shout, I dance, I weep, I gnash my teeth, I go mad--all by myself, in bad English, in chaos. It will keep me sane for the world and for art." --Anais Nin--October 27, 1933
My biography since the summer of 1997:
Well, Bill Weasley and I obviously get married the summer of 1997. We wait until August, when his injuries, the ones he suffered at the hands of the savage Fenrir Greyback are finally healed. Bill’s scars remain, but that never deters my love for him. We live in bliss for an all too short time; my life is never happier than when I am his wife. We are so close…I love him so.
September 2001 is a very busy month for me. I find a new job working for Alastor Moody at the Ministry of Magic, who recruits me for a rescue team to find Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Bill is not very pleased (I think my ex-husband may be a bit overprotective and chauvinistic). During the mission I break my ankle. Gabrielle takes her Veela vows and nearly dies thereafter of a broken heart when she and Fred Weasley part. But they are reunited and Gabrielle recovers.