Totally hyped up and listening to Wayne wonder. Ok…This is a totally different (*got somebody, she's a beauty. Very special really and truly*) aspect and angel of looking at Virginia Weasley, for me.
Sure there have been many ways of doing it but I'm doing it like this! And I can bet my socks that it has been done before! (p.s. Shhh…I'm not wearing socks!)
On with the story
Author: That would be me – FuNky ~*~ PuNk
Disclaimer: Let's get one thing straight yeah? I own NOTHIG!! I mean that, I live in the hard streets of London in a cardboard box with nothing but my computer and my Internet!!
Title: Fantasy
Chapter: 1
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Slowly and carefully she dotted the last 'i' and dropped the pigeon feather quill clenching and relaxing repeatedly her aching writing hand. Groggily she brought out her wand and muttered the measuring charm. Her wand glowed slightly, then the grease stained parchment glowed, and the elegantly formed words floated from the tip of the wand - *4foot* - She breathed a sigh of relief and allowed the parchment to roll up and with a lazy flick of the wand the words - *Virginia Weasley* - scribed themselves in red ink across the front of the rolled up parchment.
Slowly she heaved herself up off the armchair, allowing all her books to fall to the floor in a wave of education. Virginia sighed again. It was late and the common room was almost empty, a few late studiers like herself were sitting in chairs; One was writing hurriedly, determined to finish the 4 foot assignment set by Professor Snape, one was actually asleep with the pen in his hand gently moving up and down the page – it would have looked as though he was writing had his head not have been lolling to one side with his mouth hanging open and a line of spit dangling from the right side of the mouth – the other kept falling asleep and waking up suddenly causing her to draw a long line across her work, she'd used enough vanishing charms on the parchment it had gone furry and see through. Everyone else was upstairs in his or her dorms, where Virginia wished she were. Heavily she walked towards a portrait of a bearded lady washing a shoe. After she was sure no one was watching she poked the shoe, the bearded lady looked up at her and winked, then the portrait swung open to reveal a hidden compartment. Inside was a silvery cloak that ran like water and glistened in the dim lights. Quickly she flung the cloak on, just as her last finger disappeared one of the students looked up in Virginia's direction.
Virginia, she liked that name…it made her sound mysterious and exotic, kind of innocent and everything she wasn't. Virginia; it meant 'young Virgin'…Ha! It didn't refer to her, but it suited her. The innocent face and sharp good looks ensured Virginia Weasely the cover she needed to maintain the innocent, over shadowed, youngest Weasley off spring.
The corridors at night are scary. The darkness is absorbing and the silence is deafening. But Virginia Weasley keeps her head up high and marches sternly and purposely down the absorbingly deafening corridors. Her heart skips a beat as a tall dark handsome shadow steps into view…She has been waiting for this moment for a long long time.