A/n: I'm hoping that this will be the beginning of a nice Ginny fic. Please review!!
Just Another Weasley
A small, white owl flew around a large tree, making its way towards a red haired twenty-two year old. The woman graciously accepted the owl's note, fully knowing what it would read. And sure enough, she was correct.
Ginny Weasley,
Congratulations for being considered for the Ministry's employee-of-the-month award. We regret to inform you that the prestigious distinction has been awarded to Mr. Draco Malfoy, for his groundbreaking research on the newly found mirror image charm.
Good day,
Brashel Mortermeter
-Employee coordinator
"Stupid git," Ginny mumbled. It's only because his dolt of a father donated an obscene amount of money to the Fund for Dismembered Aurors. Ginny also knew for certain that Anita Fleming, a muggle-born personal assistant, had found the fatal flaw. Malfoy got the credit though, just because he signed the official form.
Ginny sighed. Didn't anyone care that she had helped catch three Death Eaters, just this month? No one cared. She was poor, a Weasley, and most of all, a girl. Who cared about Ginny Weasley, the girl who was the main component behind the cornering of Pandora Braithwaite, the most trusted Death Eater the Dark Lord had ever had since Barty Jr.?
The disappointed Auror intern stood up and swatted at her robes. Marvin Abostle was smeared all over her front. Adavra Kedavra was against Ginny's policy, but her personal safety had been at risk when she had met Abostle in the old Death Eater stomping grounds. To make a long story shorter, guts ended up flying and they weren't Ginny's. She finally repelled the gunk off; she didn't want to go back to the office covered in Death Eater goodness.
Ginny quickly disapparated back to the Auror Headquarters to finish her paperwork and inform Mr. Langston that Marvin Abostle could be scratched from the list. She hoped he wouldn't blow his top; interns weren't technically supposed to go after Death Eaters.
When she reached her desk, there were many memos stacked in her 'IN' box. Why did she always get the paper-pushing duties? It was almost like Mr. Langston thought she had nothing else to do but read petty, so-called 'morale boosting' newsletters. "Most of our employees deserve the employee of the month award, but, alas, the title of the award itself is singular. There's still next month!" Ginny crumbled up the parchment and burned it, glad to watch the damn note be destroyed slowly in her very palm.
"Gez Gin, I've heard of bad moods but this is ridiculous! Did you lose your cat or something?" Lavender Brown giggled. "Or is it just that time of the month again?"
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "I just blew up Marvin Abostle." Lavender's face turned white. "Yes I did. And that freaking git Malfoy got Employee-of-the-month!"
"Well, at least you're not bitter," Lavender said sarcastically, trying desperately to find a reason to giggle again. It was an extremely bad habit of hers.
Ginny sighed, deciding on ignoring Lavender's offhand comment. "Do me a favor. Tell Ol' Langston I need a word."
"Sure Gin."
"How many times do I have to tell you I hate that name?"
"Many." Lavender winked at the redhead, making Ginny wish she wasn't the only sane witch in the department.
"Oi! Mr. Langston!" Lavender skipped down the hall, towards her boss's corner office.
"What is it now, Miss Brown?" Mr. Langston groaned, expecting a request for extra vacation time or something along those terms.
"What? Aren't you glad to see your favorite secretary? Don't I make your life brighter, happier and more bearable every single day?" Lavender smiled a cheeky smile and sat down on his large desk.
Mr. Langston cringed. "Won't you please make yourself useful then?" Mr. Langston stated. Spending the day dictating letters to Lavender had made him quite weary of the female race.
"Ginny Weasley needs a word, sir."
"Tell her to show herself then. Or is she awaiting a formal invitation?" the elderly man sighed. Must half of his department be women?
Lavender giggled happily. "She's in a bit of a mood, but sure!"
Ginny watched as Lavender apparated to her desk with a faint pop.
"Well?"
"Mr. Langston, head cheese of the Auror Training Department, extends an invitation to his office. Semi-casual dress is recommended, but all-"
"Thanks." Ginny quickly pushed past Lavender, and half-jogged to Langston's office. She took a deep breath and turned to doorknob, hoping for the best.
"Good afternoon, Miss Weasley. What do you need? Access to files? A day off?" he asked, wishing he could have the rest of the week to himself as well.
"No, I have some news. I was checking the apparation files this morning, and there was an unusual amount of activity around the Menagerie forest." she said, tapping her toe nervously.
"Yes, yes. I know the area. I'll send some one over ASAP."
"No need, Mr. Langston, I've already taken care of it."
"What do you mean, taken care of it?" Langston sputtered.
"Marvin Abostle can be marked off." Ginny watched Mr. Langston's blood boil. "I got him in the forest; he was off on the Dark Lords business, probably trapping Aurors or something. Anyway, I was watching the apparation quill for 'A' and Marvin Abostle showed up in the woods of Wales."
"What were you thinking? You have only been in training for two years! You could have been killed!" he spat, his face turning purple with anger.
"I was going to inform the Auror on duty, but I couldn't find him. So I figured 'what the hell.'"
"You should know better! What was the thought process on that one, eh? You're not qualified!" his voice cracked.
"I know that. But I'm ok. Abostle is finished, and the ministry is still intact- but never mind, I suppose that doesn't matter. You should just fire me. I'm sure everything will still go on beautifully," Ginny muttered. Would reverse psychology get him out of his mood?
"Of course I won't terminate you, Weasley. The ministry needs all of the intern Aurors now more than ever. However, consider yourself warned," Mr. Langston exclaimed, tapping his fingers together.
"How about a promotion?" Ginny smiled hopefully. She knew what the answer would be.
"I'd highly advise you to stop putting words in your boss's mouth, Weasley. The promotion will come when it is deserved."
Or when my father gives you enough money to retire, Ginny thought savagely.
"Good day, Miss Weasley," Mr. Langston gestured towards the door.
"Good day Mr. Langston," Ginny smiled and apparated to her desk.
"Well Gin? What did he tell you?" Lavender asked, always the gossip guru.
"He gave me the usual 'Don't venture out of your place, and leave the big fights for the big boys' treatment. Honestly, what did you expect?" she sighed as she gathered her paperwork.
"You know, Ginny, he is right. You're under experienced and Abostle must have had the weight advantage," Lavender giggled.
"Whose side are you on, huh?"
"Yours of course, but heed the warnings if you don't want to turn into Auror mush," Lavender said, seriousness quite apparent.
Ginny didn't answer. Instead, she collected her belongings for the trek homeward while shooting Lavender dirty looks.
"Whatever," Lavender mumbled, stalking off to her own desk.
A/n : what d'ya'll think? Please review!
Just Another Weasley
A small, white owl flew around a large tree, making its way towards a red haired twenty-two year old. The woman graciously accepted the owl's note, fully knowing what it would read. And sure enough, she was correct.
Ginny Weasley,
Congratulations for being considered for the Ministry's employee-of-the-month award. We regret to inform you that the prestigious distinction has been awarded to Mr. Draco Malfoy, for his groundbreaking research on the newly found mirror image charm.
Good day,
Brashel Mortermeter
-Employee coordinator
"Stupid git," Ginny mumbled. It's only because his dolt of a father donated an obscene amount of money to the Fund for Dismembered Aurors. Ginny also knew for certain that Anita Fleming, a muggle-born personal assistant, had found the fatal flaw. Malfoy got the credit though, just because he signed the official form.
Ginny sighed. Didn't anyone care that she had helped catch three Death Eaters, just this month? No one cared. She was poor, a Weasley, and most of all, a girl. Who cared about Ginny Weasley, the girl who was the main component behind the cornering of Pandora Braithwaite, the most trusted Death Eater the Dark Lord had ever had since Barty Jr.?
The disappointed Auror intern stood up and swatted at her robes. Marvin Abostle was smeared all over her front. Adavra Kedavra was against Ginny's policy, but her personal safety had been at risk when she had met Abostle in the old Death Eater stomping grounds. To make a long story shorter, guts ended up flying and they weren't Ginny's. She finally repelled the gunk off; she didn't want to go back to the office covered in Death Eater goodness.
Ginny quickly disapparated back to the Auror Headquarters to finish her paperwork and inform Mr. Langston that Marvin Abostle could be scratched from the list. She hoped he wouldn't blow his top; interns weren't technically supposed to go after Death Eaters.
When she reached her desk, there were many memos stacked in her 'IN' box. Why did she always get the paper-pushing duties? It was almost like Mr. Langston thought she had nothing else to do but read petty, so-called 'morale boosting' newsletters. "Most of our employees deserve the employee of the month award, but, alas, the title of the award itself is singular. There's still next month!" Ginny crumbled up the parchment and burned it, glad to watch the damn note be destroyed slowly in her very palm.
"Gez Gin, I've heard of bad moods but this is ridiculous! Did you lose your cat or something?" Lavender Brown giggled. "Or is it just that time of the month again?"
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "I just blew up Marvin Abostle." Lavender's face turned white. "Yes I did. And that freaking git Malfoy got Employee-of-the-month!"
"Well, at least you're not bitter," Lavender said sarcastically, trying desperately to find a reason to giggle again. It was an extremely bad habit of hers.
Ginny sighed, deciding on ignoring Lavender's offhand comment. "Do me a favor. Tell Ol' Langston I need a word."
"Sure Gin."
"How many times do I have to tell you I hate that name?"
"Many." Lavender winked at the redhead, making Ginny wish she wasn't the only sane witch in the department.
"Oi! Mr. Langston!" Lavender skipped down the hall, towards her boss's corner office.
"What is it now, Miss Brown?" Mr. Langston groaned, expecting a request for extra vacation time or something along those terms.
"What? Aren't you glad to see your favorite secretary? Don't I make your life brighter, happier and more bearable every single day?" Lavender smiled a cheeky smile and sat down on his large desk.
Mr. Langston cringed. "Won't you please make yourself useful then?" Mr. Langston stated. Spending the day dictating letters to Lavender had made him quite weary of the female race.
"Ginny Weasley needs a word, sir."
"Tell her to show herself then. Or is she awaiting a formal invitation?" the elderly man sighed. Must half of his department be women?
Lavender giggled happily. "She's in a bit of a mood, but sure!"
Ginny watched as Lavender apparated to her desk with a faint pop.
"Well?"
"Mr. Langston, head cheese of the Auror Training Department, extends an invitation to his office. Semi-casual dress is recommended, but all-"
"Thanks." Ginny quickly pushed past Lavender, and half-jogged to Langston's office. She took a deep breath and turned to doorknob, hoping for the best.
"Good afternoon, Miss Weasley. What do you need? Access to files? A day off?" he asked, wishing he could have the rest of the week to himself as well.
"No, I have some news. I was checking the apparation files this morning, and there was an unusual amount of activity around the Menagerie forest." she said, tapping her toe nervously.
"Yes, yes. I know the area. I'll send some one over ASAP."
"No need, Mr. Langston, I've already taken care of it."
"What do you mean, taken care of it?" Langston sputtered.
"Marvin Abostle can be marked off." Ginny watched Mr. Langston's blood boil. "I got him in the forest; he was off on the Dark Lords business, probably trapping Aurors or something. Anyway, I was watching the apparation quill for 'A' and Marvin Abostle showed up in the woods of Wales."
"What were you thinking? You have only been in training for two years! You could have been killed!" he spat, his face turning purple with anger.
"I was going to inform the Auror on duty, but I couldn't find him. So I figured 'what the hell.'"
"You should know better! What was the thought process on that one, eh? You're not qualified!" his voice cracked.
"I know that. But I'm ok. Abostle is finished, and the ministry is still intact- but never mind, I suppose that doesn't matter. You should just fire me. I'm sure everything will still go on beautifully," Ginny muttered. Would reverse psychology get him out of his mood?
"Of course I won't terminate you, Weasley. The ministry needs all of the intern Aurors now more than ever. However, consider yourself warned," Mr. Langston exclaimed, tapping his fingers together.
"How about a promotion?" Ginny smiled hopefully. She knew what the answer would be.
"I'd highly advise you to stop putting words in your boss's mouth, Weasley. The promotion will come when it is deserved."
Or when my father gives you enough money to retire, Ginny thought savagely.
"Good day, Miss Weasley," Mr. Langston gestured towards the door.
"Good day Mr. Langston," Ginny smiled and apparated to her desk.
"Well Gin? What did he tell you?" Lavender asked, always the gossip guru.
"He gave me the usual 'Don't venture out of your place, and leave the big fights for the big boys' treatment. Honestly, what did you expect?" she sighed as she gathered her paperwork.
"You know, Ginny, he is right. You're under experienced and Abostle must have had the weight advantage," Lavender giggled.
"Whose side are you on, huh?"
"Yours of course, but heed the warnings if you don't want to turn into Auror mush," Lavender said, seriousness quite apparent.
Ginny didn't answer. Instead, she collected her belongings for the trek homeward while shooting Lavender dirty looks.
"Whatever," Lavender mumbled, stalking off to her own desk.
A/n : what d'ya'll think? Please review!