Hey yall! This is an overly used plot, but it's my fic, and I can do what I want. This will eventually be Harry/Ginny and prolly some PG13 stuff somewhere in later chapters. But not now, this chap is G for good clean crappy-first-chapter-whose-only-perpose-is-to-fill-you-in-on-some-necessary-info.
Disclaimer: If I was JKR, I would be sitting somewhere in Hawaii, sipping some expensive drink on the beach, and having people waiting on me hand an foot. (In other words: No I do not own anything, except a few made up character that may pop up along the way)
"GINNY!" yelled Mrs. Weasley from the bottom of the stairs. "What?" came her muffled reply from under the pillow. "Wake up or you'll be late for work!" she said, coming up the stairs as she did. "I dun wanna!" came her tired voice again. "I shouldn't have to remind you to set your alarm," this time she was entering the room, "So get UP!" she said as she jerked the warm blankets off. Ginny finally got out of bed, muttering something about 'not wanting to further her life' and 'wallow in self pity for eternity'.
It has been three years since Ginny graduated Hogwarts and she now lived alone with her parents. Mrs. Weasley, being her motherly self, decided to get her precious daughter a job. Without her child's consent. Or approval. But she thought that since Michael Corner had dumped her six months previous, that Ginny should get out of the house, instead of wallowing in self pity and only coming out of her room to use the bathroom and to eat, even then she took it upstairs to her room. So she took it upon herself to find her last child a job.
Although her mother didn't do to bad in finding her a job, Ginny still was not anticipating getting up every day at 5:45 and being at work at 6:30. She rolled out of bed and went to her closet. "What to wear?" she pondered as she looked through her not-so-extensive wardrobe. 'I'll have to go shopping this weekend' she thought. She finally decided on black pinstriped pants and a dark purple top with ¾ length sleeves (A/N- sleeves that end just below your elbow). 'Good thing robes aren't required' she thought.
She took a quick shower, dressed, then looked at herself in the mirror. "I don't look too awful, do I?" she asked her reflection as she studied her hazel eyes, lightly freckled face and, of course, her long curly red hair. "Not at all dear." said a portrait hanging on the bathroom wall. Before she had time to contemplate the ludicrous idea of putting a portrait in a bathroom, her father called from the hallway, warning her that she only had ten minutes left before she had to leave. Never being one to cover her face on make-up, she quickly dusted some powder on her face, brushed her curls, and put them in a ponytail. She took a quick look at herself before she decided to make a good first impression, and put on a light natural eyeshadow, light pink lipstick, and pulled her hair out of the scrunchie to frame her face. "Done!" she said as she proudly looked in the mirror.
She bounded down stairs and grabbed her purse from the kitchen table. She was about to go out the door and apparate to work, but her mother and father stopped her. "You look wonderful sweetie!" her mother cried. "Mom, I'm 21, I'm not a kid." she reminded her. "Well," her father said, "You look like a very dignified young woman. You'll do fine." She smiled and looked at her parents. She went over and hugged them both before saying her goodbyes and apparated just outside the Daily Prophet, where she would be shadowing the boss's secretary for a week, until the old woman retired, then she would take her place. 'What a day this will be.' she thought as she looked at the office building that held a new chapter to her life.
Wow, what a cheesy ending. I know it's short, but like I said, it's really only a filler chapter until I can get into the plot really good. Whatever... I hope you like it! It's my first fic, so go easy when (yes I said when) you review. Because you WILL review. Constructive criticism is welcome.