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"Oh, you look lovely, dear. Now hurry up or you're going to be late." Ginny's mom gave her a light shove out the door. Ginny turned around and waved quickly before hurrying to the car where her dad was waiting.
"So, excited?" he asked her once they had pulled out onto the highway.
"Very. But also nervous and scared." She replied with an anxious look toward him.
"Don't worry. I'm sure she'll be wonderful. Just have confidence."
He smiled reassuringly and she nodded, not assured at all but even more nervous than before. Why did she have to let her mom pick out her clothes? Why did she have to go through with this at all? Then she remembered that it was her idea and she had begged her parents for the last three months before they let her do it.
Oh well. It couldn't be that bad.
***
Ginny stood next to her father in the train station, shaking with nerves. She looked anxiously toward the train just slowing down next to platform 6. She watched as people poured off and searched for a familiar face, a photograph clutched in her hand.
Her face suddenly lit up and she pushed into the crowd, leaving her dad behind. She shoved her way over to a figure that was looking at her cynically.
"Crystal? Crystal Warren?"
"Yeah. What's it to you?" she asked darkly, looking Ginny up and down, sneering at her. Ginny looked her over. She was wearing normal flared jeans except they were cut up and tattered and a plain black hoody swallowed her upper half and was pulled over her seemingly dark hair.
"I'm Virginia Weasley, you can call me Ginny. You'll be staying with my family." She smiled sweetly.
"What? Little girl, I don't believe you. By the way, love the outfit. Where do you go to school, St. Peters?" she smirked again and started to turn away but Ginny grabbed her arm and forced her back around.
"First of all, I don't appreciate you calling me 'little girl', second of all, you better believe it. Third of all, I haven't worn these clothes for almost three years now. My mum made me wear them to make a good impression. I see now that it was wasted on you." She let go of her and smiled sweetly again, mocking herself.
"Forget everything I said. I think you and I will be great friends."
She put her arm around Ginny's shoulders and they walked toward Mr. Weasley who, although hesitant about the way Crystal looked, welcomed her with a smile and helped her carry her stuff to the car.
***
"So, tell me about yourself, Crystal." Mr. Weasley said when they were on the road again.
"Oh, call me Crys. I'm almost 16. I have an older sister, Violet, who's 21, another sister, Willow, who's 13, and a brother, Zach, who's 10. I go to school in California but I live in New York. How 'bout you, Virginia?" It turned out that she had straight black hair with hot pink streaks in it.
"I told you to call me Ginny."
"I like Virginia better. It's more exotic. Continue."
"Well. I'm the only girl and the youngest of seven. Going down the line, Bill is 29, Charlie is 24, Percy is 21, Fred and George, the twins, are 18, Ron is 17, and I'm 16. I go to Hogwarts, here in England. How do you feel about being an exchange student? Why did you sign up?"
"I was tired of the same old thing. I need a change. So I thought what better for a change than a year in a different country. I'm really stoked about living with someone else and getting to know them."
"Well it sounds like you came to the right place." Mr. Weasley broke in. "Our son Ron is best friends with Harry Potter. Trouble seems to follow them and so does Ginny. She's always been infatuated with Harry."
"Dad! For the last time, I don't like Harry anymore! I haven't for three years. One childish crush and I never live it down!" She rolled her eyes at Crys who laughed.
***
"So, what is with your family?"
"What do you mean?"
"They're nice and sweet and yet not nearly as normal as I thought they would be. But their open-mindedness will help."
"Help with what?"
"You'll see."
"Oh, you look lovely, dear. Now hurry up or you're going to be late." Ginny's mom gave her a light shove out the door. Ginny turned around and waved quickly before hurrying to the car where her dad was waiting.
"So, excited?" he asked her once they had pulled out onto the highway.
"Very. But also nervous and scared." She replied with an anxious look toward him.
"Don't worry. I'm sure she'll be wonderful. Just have confidence."
He smiled reassuringly and she nodded, not assured at all but even more nervous than before. Why did she have to let her mom pick out her clothes? Why did she have to go through with this at all? Then she remembered that it was her idea and she had begged her parents for the last three months before they let her do it.
Oh well. It couldn't be that bad.
***
Ginny stood next to her father in the train station, shaking with nerves. She looked anxiously toward the train just slowing down next to platform 6. She watched as people poured off and searched for a familiar face, a photograph clutched in her hand.
Her face suddenly lit up and she pushed into the crowd, leaving her dad behind. She shoved her way over to a figure that was looking at her cynically.
"Crystal? Crystal Warren?"
"Yeah. What's it to you?" she asked darkly, looking Ginny up and down, sneering at her. Ginny looked her over. She was wearing normal flared jeans except they were cut up and tattered and a plain black hoody swallowed her upper half and was pulled over her seemingly dark hair.
"I'm Virginia Weasley, you can call me Ginny. You'll be staying with my family." She smiled sweetly.
"What? Little girl, I don't believe you. By the way, love the outfit. Where do you go to school, St. Peters?" she smirked again and started to turn away but Ginny grabbed her arm and forced her back around.
"First of all, I don't appreciate you calling me 'little girl', second of all, you better believe it. Third of all, I haven't worn these clothes for almost three years now. My mum made me wear them to make a good impression. I see now that it was wasted on you." She let go of her and smiled sweetly again, mocking herself.
"Forget everything I said. I think you and I will be great friends."
She put her arm around Ginny's shoulders and they walked toward Mr. Weasley who, although hesitant about the way Crystal looked, welcomed her with a smile and helped her carry her stuff to the car.
***
"So, tell me about yourself, Crystal." Mr. Weasley said when they were on the road again.
"Oh, call me Crys. I'm almost 16. I have an older sister, Violet, who's 21, another sister, Willow, who's 13, and a brother, Zach, who's 10. I go to school in California but I live in New York. How 'bout you, Virginia?" It turned out that she had straight black hair with hot pink streaks in it.
"I told you to call me Ginny."
"I like Virginia better. It's more exotic. Continue."
"Well. I'm the only girl and the youngest of seven. Going down the line, Bill is 29, Charlie is 24, Percy is 21, Fred and George, the twins, are 18, Ron is 17, and I'm 16. I go to Hogwarts, here in England. How do you feel about being an exchange student? Why did you sign up?"
"I was tired of the same old thing. I need a change. So I thought what better for a change than a year in a different country. I'm really stoked about living with someone else and getting to know them."
"Well it sounds like you came to the right place." Mr. Weasley broke in. "Our son Ron is best friends with Harry Potter. Trouble seems to follow them and so does Ginny. She's always been infatuated with Harry."
"Dad! For the last time, I don't like Harry anymore! I haven't for three years. One childish crush and I never live it down!" She rolled her eyes at Crys who laughed.
***
"So, what is with your family?"
"What do you mean?"
"They're nice and sweet and yet not nearly as normal as I thought they would be. But their open-mindedness will help."
"Help with what?"
"You'll see."