Author's Note: Here it is, people - what you all have been waiting for. The second part of the Pigwarts Trilogy - "Cooking Chaos".
Those who haven't, I suggest you read the first part first - "The Founding of Pigwarts I: Recipe For Chaos". :)
Enjoy!
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The Founding of Pigwarts II – Cooking Chaos
Chapter 1: Yet Another Party
Ginny was officially bored. She really should have believed Harry when he said that it would be a stupid pointless event. But she had been way too curious not to go – after all, it didn't happen every day that they received an invitation to Malfoy Manor. In fact, it never happened, and that's why Ginny had been rather surprised reading the card which informed that they were welcomed to the Birthday Party of Draco Malfoy. Although 'rather surprised' was the wrong phrase here. Shocked to the core was much better.
Harry actually had an explanation for this, and now she was beginning to think that he had been right. He had informed her that Malfoy had probably just told his secretary to invite everyone important.
And even Malfoy had to admit that Harry Potter was important.
But the party was boring. Boring like hell. Poor guy, someone should really teach him how to throw a party. Ginny could give him a few tips on that. Loud music, a dancing floor with neon lights, and snacks like crisps, mini sandwiches and fruit would have been a great improvement to the party. Also spiked punch. And if you wanted it be extra fun, and were ready to throw your pride and caution to the wind, you should let Fred and George do the spiking.
Dancing on the tables or exhibiting red and gold fur would have really done some good to the party. She really should have visited her darling brothers before coming here.
Ginny looked at all the important high-class people around her having their important high-class talks which mostly consisted about polite inquiries about each other's life and work, and then pretending to find it all very interesting, at the same time wondering how exactly they could use this person for their private profit, and imagined them dancing on the tables covered in red and gold fur.
Perhaps she could slip away for a while and drop in to Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Although it wouldn't be of much help since there was no punch here to spike. Just way too many bottles of wine and champagne for her to enchant them all.
Well, she had to admit that dancing was not completely missing from here, and if she had managed to convince Harry into coming – his refusal had been so categorical that for the first time none of her pleas or threats had helped – they might be having a lot better time on the dancing floor.
But as it was, Harry was not here, and she had given up on that activity after Crabbe had asked her for three times, making a mental note to scream out aloud should he ask her again. Which would make the party probably much more entertaining.
Ginny considered whether she should scream out anyway, just to make things a bit less dull, but in the end decided against it, and instead went on an expedition.
The Malfoy Manor was huge. She wondered if she would get lost and roam around for days until she found the way out, or someone else found her.
Well, she could always jump out of a window if needed.
Walking down the hallway and humming to herself, ignoring all the contemptuous looks and scathing remarks the portraits were throwing at her, Ginny opened the doors at random, peeking into the rooms and doing general snooping in Malfoy's personal possessions.
The rooms were all pretty but empty and unused, and she frowned at such a waste. This house should be full of people, full of laughter, and clatter, and children. What a waste to keep it all empty like this.
Shaking her head she left the room and continued her little journey.
The door was locked. It was a massive door, high and made of ebony, with intricate silver patterns and the doorknob the form of a snake. Figures.
"Alohomora," she tried again, but it didn't work. Which meant that behind this door there was something valuable that needed to be protected from prying eyes. Which meant that there was something interesting, if not also dangerous inside. Which meant she had to get the door open.
Ginny now realized how beneficial spending time with Hermione can be. A few complicated movements of wand and muttered incantations later, the door swung open before her, revealing the room behind it.
Once inside she realized immediately that this was not alike any other room she had seen here. It wasn't perhaps as pretty as the others, instead choosing to have comfortable and cozy atmosphere. The fire in the hearth burst into life upon her entering, shining its golden light to two high bookshelves, a large desk by the window, and a couple of armchairs and a sofa in front of the fireplace.
Taking in all the details, the parchment, and quills and half a glass of liquor, she came to the conclusion of this being Malfoy's study.
Which meant she could find something interesting here.
That in mind, Ginny began with some more specific snooping.
The files were boring. All about numbers, and profit, and expenses, and the like. The drawers contained information about some Ministry officials, though nothing illegal, just details about their jobs, family and past.
Some of this was actually pretty interesting. For example, she would have never guessed that the prim and grave man who worked in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and had once threatened to throw her out of the building for laughing too loud, had a family of eleven children and had been a famous step-dancer in his youth.
Yet what wasn't there were dirty secrets about Malfoy himself. Perhaps not to blackmail him, Ginny thought, but to point at him and laugh devilishly.
She left the table alone, and went to torture the bookshelves.
There were the usual books, the expected ones, about Dark Arts and Items. Some Family Chronicles, History books, Collections of Spells and Potions, several about Arithmancy, some of Divination, Works of William Shakespeare, Introduction To Muggle Science, more Family Chronicles, How To Run A Successful Business, Evil Villainy For Dummies...
Wait a second.
Wait a bloody second.
"Introduction To Muggle Science?" Ginny asked herself, going back to the book and giving it a suspicious glare. "Why in Merlin does Malfoy have a book about Muggle science?"
But as she was alone, there was no one to answer her question.
Puzzled, she pulled the book from the shelf, and leafed through it absentmindedly. Muggle science didn't really fascinate her so much.
Suddenly something small and golden fell to the floor. Ginny picked it up and realized it was a key.
A sly grin slowly spread onto her face.
"Where's a key, there is a keyhole as well."
She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the small golden object.
"Näita lukuauku," she told, and the same book about Muggle science glowed red on the table where she had placed it.
"So there's something about the book," she concluded and started examining it with growing anticipation. She looked at it, touched its cover with the tip of her wand, and skimmed it through again. And again. And again.
On her fourth try when she was getting a bit bored already, she finally discovered something. And not just anything. It was a drawing about something that faintly reminded her of a keyhole. The text under it said it was a light bulb. Ginny could recall father once mentioning something like that. She knew it was connected with eckeltricity, and perhaps with pudding as well, though she was not 100 percent sure of it.
But it looked like a keyhole, and she got a key, and it didn't really hurt to try. So she took the key, stabbed it against the paper and turned.
The result was immediate. The book in her hands began to change – it got a bit smaller and lighter, the text vanished, the white Muggle paper turned into yellowish parchment and the dark grey cover turned crimson.
Ginny turned the changed book around in her hands. Golden letters on its spine read the word 'Journal'.
With a grin so wicked that usually made people cover, she opened the book again, and started reading.
It's Friday, August the 12th, the Year of Voldemort's Destruction. Here, into the ruins of Hogwarts have gathered Harry 'The Hero' Potter, Ron 'The Redhair' Weasley, Hermione 'The Bookworm' Granger and Draco 'The Ferret' Malfoy. And our conversation tonight will be as follows.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. Sure she had heard all about the Trio's private drinking party from Harry and Ron, she had even been mad at them for not being invited. But now it seemed that they had forgotten to mention one tiny detail about it.
More excited than ever, she shut the study door, arranged herself into a comfortable position on the sofa in front of the fire, and continued to read.
This party had turned out a lot better than she could have ever expected.
Näita lukuauku - Show the keyhole
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