Ginny Weasley was feeling poetic. For no exact reason. She surprised even
herself when she woke up with a whole poem formed inside her head. This
totally didn't tie in with her punk-like, rather aggressive personality.
But she couldn't do anything about it and soon her poor brain was filled
with melancholic ideas, which she quickly began scribbling down in the
common room.
At this very moment, an extremely annoyed Neville climbed out of the
portrait hole and, in a gorilla-like way, stalked over to an armchair. He
didn't kick people today. Instead, some evil 1st year Hufflepuff kicked
him. This was when Neville made up his mind to finally become a bully. So,
as Ginny watched with raised eyebrows, he sat down and screwed up his face
in an overly grouchy expression. He just wanted her and everybody else
present to be impressed by how manly he became. But apparently, Fred and
George had other plans. George quickly sneaked up behind Neville and
whispered a curse he and his twin had recently invented. The effects would
come later, when no one expected anything.
Meanwhile, Ginny snorted, "Neville, do you need to see Mme. Pomfrey? It
looks as though you're constipated." This remark made Neville's face turn
purple. He growled something like, "I beat you up. You dumb and weak, and I
smart and strong." After this very intelligent comment, he went into the
dormitory. Ginny shrugged and then wrote a short poem about Neville; the
idea came to her when she saw his constipated face.
Honestly, his brain carries wind!
Ugh, he's such a gorilla!
Wow, he seems so lost!
Bloody hell, I thought he was cool!
Oh, how I was wrong!
Man, he truly confuses me!
Etc, etc, etc. Ginny never learned how to rhyme or even create a rhythm in
her poetry, and to her this poem was a real work of art. Fred looked over
his sister's shoulder and read her writing. Then he sniggered, making her
jump. "Honestly, Ginny, you should hold a poetry contest. Hey George, you
remember how she sent Harry her special valentine? I think this one's even
better, don't you? And look how much emotion she put into it! Honestly!
Ugh! Wow! Bloody hell! Oh! Man!"
Ginny tore the parchment away from him and glared. But then a thought
struck her. A poetry contest! What a great idea!
herself when she woke up with a whole poem formed inside her head. This
totally didn't tie in with her punk-like, rather aggressive personality.
But she couldn't do anything about it and soon her poor brain was filled
with melancholic ideas, which she quickly began scribbling down in the
common room.
At this very moment, an extremely annoyed Neville climbed out of the
portrait hole and, in a gorilla-like way, stalked over to an armchair. He
didn't kick people today. Instead, some evil 1st year Hufflepuff kicked
him. This was when Neville made up his mind to finally become a bully. So,
as Ginny watched with raised eyebrows, he sat down and screwed up his face
in an overly grouchy expression. He just wanted her and everybody else
present to be impressed by how manly he became. But apparently, Fred and
George had other plans. George quickly sneaked up behind Neville and
whispered a curse he and his twin had recently invented. The effects would
come later, when no one expected anything.
Meanwhile, Ginny snorted, "Neville, do you need to see Mme. Pomfrey? It
looks as though you're constipated." This remark made Neville's face turn
purple. He growled something like, "I beat you up. You dumb and weak, and I
smart and strong." After this very intelligent comment, he went into the
dormitory. Ginny shrugged and then wrote a short poem about Neville; the
idea came to her when she saw his constipated face.
Honestly, his brain carries wind!
Ugh, he's such a gorilla!
Wow, he seems so lost!
Bloody hell, I thought he was cool!
Oh, how I was wrong!
Man, he truly confuses me!
Etc, etc, etc. Ginny never learned how to rhyme or even create a rhythm in
her poetry, and to her this poem was a real work of art. Fred looked over
his sister's shoulder and read her writing. Then he sniggered, making her
jump. "Honestly, Ginny, you should hold a poetry contest. Hey George, you
remember how she sent Harry her special valentine? I think this one's even
better, don't you? And look how much emotion she put into it! Honestly!
Ugh! Wow! Bloody hell! Oh! Man!"
Ginny tore the parchment away from him and glared. But then a thought
struck her. A poetry contest! What a great idea!