Colors

If colors were to show moods, mine would be red (anger), because I was getting my stuff for my FIRST year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, when dad yelled up the stairs at me to go feed the chickens, I mean c'mon! We already fed them last night- they can survive an hour or two without feed! In my eyes, I did okay, sure, I may have chucked at the mean ones, and I may have just did a poor job in mum and dad's eyes, but the chickens got food and I got back to packing – a win-win, eh? But apparently dad did not see the "win-win", but rather the thirsty hens, -and roosters- "GINNY! You forgot to water them!" he yelled up the stairs, my reply was to open my door, show my face, stick out my tongue and then to slam the door shut again.

"Ginny, dear, are you done packing?" mum's voice rang out "Almost, I just need to pack the last of my books!" I called out, after packing the dairy I got yesterday, I got up and bounced down the stairs, now feeling happy, "Hello mum is breakfast done?" I asked. "Yup, can you call in your brothers, please?" mum asked as she finished stirring the gravy for the biscuits and gravy, a personal favorite of mine.

"Sure, it smells delicious, mum" I said, before dancing away, only stopping once I reached the stairs, didn't want to be all banged up and sore once I reached Hogwarts. I quickly raced up the stairs, knocking on Percy's door, I peeked in, and saw him awake and working on some summer homework, well, actually adding some last minute touches to last minute's last minute's last minute's touches, we all knew he was going to be a prefect, and now that he is one, we are just waiting for the Head Boy badge.

He looked kinda sleepy, "Been up all night?" I asked him softly, he smiled at me, "Yeah, I just wanted this to be good." He said, all the while glaring at the pieces of parchment, which far exceeded the requirement of one, that were chalk full of words and pictures, and a whole bunch of stuff I wasn't even going to try to abuse my poor brain by even trying to read it, let alone even try to understand it. "I'm sure you'll get full marks and a lot of praise from your teacher." I said encouragingly.

He looked at me flatly, "This is for Snape."

"Oh, well, ya might wanna get downstairs and eat, before all your work is ruined by drool." I smirked cheerfully at him. "I shall take your advice, all knowing sister." He said getting up and stretching, I laughed and skipped off to Ron and Harry's room, knocking on the door, I didn't peek in this time, I know how Ron is; you could hit him with a freight train going two hundred and fifty hours an hour… and he still wouldn't wake up.

So, I just walked up to Ron, and shook his shoulders, yelled his name a couple times, finally, I put Scabbers right in front of his face and then grabbed a quill, a real soft one, and slowly pulled back the covers covering his feet, and slowly pulled the quill up and down gently against the sole of his right foot – the one that is extra ticklish. He woke up giggling, then he opened his eyes and started screaming – hey, I'm rhyming!

After his life finished flashing before his eyes, he pulled Scabbers off his chest, and glared at me; I just smiled cheekily at him, and waved the quill at him. It was then that we both heard Harry laughing.

"Mum's got breakfast ready," I said now that I knew they both were awake, "Harry, I'm giving you a head start, take it." I said seriously, before smiling quickly at him, "I'm not kidding, Percy, Dad, Mum, and now you and Ron are the only one's awake, you have a once in a life time chance to get actual hole food, not the leftovers of piggy 1, 2, 3, and 4." I said referring to both my experience and the muggle nursery tale thing about "This little piggy went to the market…"

"And what are you, Piggy number 5?" Harry asked me, smiling.

"No, I'm the smart little piggy that always has food because she knows where to hide it, who to bribe, and not to forget, all the other piggies know not to mess with her." I said cheekily, knowing my eyes were twinkling, thanks to Fred and George constantly telling me. Ron smiled and stubbornly agreed. Harry just laughed as he got up, he smiled at me, which momentarily took away my breath, and said thank you before racing downstairs, Ron on his heels like a cute little puppy, following his master.

I then walked right into Fred and George's room, I jumped onto Fred's bed and snuggled down, waiting until they woke up, apparently they had been up all night as well, for they didn't just wake up as usual, Fred wrapped an arm sleepily around me, pulling me further against him, I just smiled and let myself drift off to sleep.

I was awoken by Fred's arm been slowly pulled off, and the person almost had Fred's arm all the way off me whenever it snapped back, now protectively, around me, my first sign he was awake was his breathing was different. But I just snuggled in deeper, trying to hide from the light now flooding the room.

"Ginny," Harry murmured in my ear, ignoring Fred's low growl. He knew he was stepping out of his limits, I knew he was, Fred and George knew he was, but yet he still did anyway.

"Go away, I slee-" my sleepy sentence was interrupted by a long yawn, "-epy." I finished.

"Yeah, Harry, give the little spitfire some room to breath." George said jokingly.

"Mrs. Weasley said you better go eat your food before it gets cold or Ron finds it." He said a little farther away this time. My eyes flew open, and before I even thought about it, I was flying down the stairs, my bright red hair flowing doing around my back, the air making it dance, gracefully, skillfully, and swiftly.

The twins and Harry all laughed and followed me, much slower than I was.

Once I reached the kitchen, I saw Ron looking all over the place trying to find my biscuits and gravy. I saw red.

"Ronald. Bilius. Weasley. Just what do you think you are doing?" I asked, slow and lethal, like a snake that is enjoying the kill. Ron slowly turned around, hoping and praying to every god and goddess up in the sky and below the ground (which at this point I was ready to help him meet some of those gods and goddesses he prayed to, the ones that are ten feet under, that is).

"Giiiinny!" He said, like he was just seeing me for the first time in months. "How are ya doin'?" He asked, slowly stepping away, "I believe the question was, what do you think you are doing." I enunciated every vowel, sound, consonant, word. Everything was still slow and lethal, and I had him cornered, and I was closing in on him like a she-wolf on a baby fawn.

"Me?" He tried to play dumb, but I wasn't a fool and he knew it, he was just stalling.

"I-I was j-just trying to c-catch a fly." He was stuttering, next comes the twitching.

"In the cupboard?" I countered.

"We-well, y-yea," twitch, "I o-opened th-the," twitch, "d-d-d-door a-and-" I cut him off there.

"And what were you doing in the cupboard?" I asked, we all knew I knew the answer, it was part of the reason why Ron was so scared, I was just drawing it out of him.

"I w-was l-looking f-for the m-mi-ilk-k," twitch, twitch, he muttered, cowering in the corner, "The milk? In the cupboard?" I asked, playing stupid, of course, Ron doesn't know that right now. He nodded nervously, "Okay." I said, giggling like one of those dumb blond cheerleaders that you see in movies (did I say that correctly?) On something called a – a… CDV? Or was it a DVD?), leaving him really confused and like those people who almost get killed by a psychopath, but get saved. (I'm okay? I'm okay….. I'M OKAY!)

"Don't look for my biscuits and gravy again." I said, with my back to him.

"Oooh, busted!" Fred and George said together.

After breakfast was done, I dragged my trunk down the stairs- thunk-thunk-thunk - "Good, Ginny's done. Would you go put your trunk in the car, dear?" mum asked, turning to the next red-head to head down the stairs, I walked outside to the old beat-up Ford Anglia which had had a engroigo charm, not that mum knows.

Walking to the extended trunk, I put my trunk in. I had been feeling deep red with Harry here, my not-so-secrete crush, but I was yellow! "I'm going to Hogwarts, I'm going to Hogwarts!" I sang, skipping back into the house, just to be ushered urgently back to the car. The train leaves EXCATLY at eleven o clock, sharp. My life might be turmoil, but I loved it. P.S. I annoyed my brothers all the way to Kings' Cross station.