Ginny pulled her school bag over her shoulder,
"Ginny! Hurry Up!" Came her mother's voice from downstairs,
"I'm coming!" She called back,
"your going to make you and your brother late for your first day of school!" Her mother shouted, Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I. Said. I'm. Coming." She bellowed, thumping down the stairs whilst doing up her top button. She skidded to a halt and her mother opened the front door. Mr Weasley ushered them into their battered blue car and they were off.
Ginny pressed her forehead against the car window, ignoring the churning feeling in her stomach. Her family had moved from the burrow, moved from the tall grass and mouthy gnomes that had been part of her life for a long time.
They'd moved to Surry. 'a bigger house.' Mrs Weasley had said, 'bigger community.' Mr Weasley had said. But all that Ginny knew was that she didn't like the new house, with it's big, empty rooms, and she didn't like the neighborhood, with its rows of neat, identicle houses. Everyone was so boring. And now, her and Ron, her annoying twin brother, were going to a fancy primary, which resembled a prison, with a high grey fence and grey walls. Even the uniform was grey. Mr Weasley pulled to a halt in front of the school, Ginny pushed her brother out of the way and clambered out of the car, smoothing down her skirt as she did so.
Her mother led them through the gates,
"Mu-um... I don't want to go to this stupid school, can't I just go to Hogwarts already?" Ginny pleaded, her mother laughed slightly,
"you're not old enough, Ginny dear." She smiled, "you can go when your 11." Ginny pouted,
"but that's ages away." She huffed. Mrs Weasley shook her head,
"Two years isn't long, and anyway, maybe you'll make some new friends." She said. Ginny scowled and said nothing.
Her first class started off normally, she stood at the front of the class and introduced herself, her brother followed suit and the class chorused a
"nice to meet you Ron and Ginny." Back at them. The teacher told them to find two seats, Ginny caught sight of one next to a small boy with messy black hair, she walked over to him, but before she could sit down, the boy put his feet up on the chair. Shaking his head at her.
"can I sit down?" Ginny asked, feeling more nervous then she sounded.
"sit somewhere else." The boy said, his eyes were a very dark green, Ginny noticed.
"There's nowhere else." she said, the boy pointed to a seat she hadn't noticed,
"sit over there." He said, Ginny huffed but went go sit in the seat he'd indicated.
"I don't like you." She said as she left, the boy shrugged,
"big whoop. Go join the club." Ginny scowled. She'd made her first enimy.
"This place sucks." Ginny said, kicking at the gravel beneeth her school shoes, Ron nodded,
"I know. The kids are all-" before he could finish, a massive boy waddled up to them, he was closely followed by several others, all of who had malicious smirks on their faces.
"My names Dudley." The boy said, holding out a beefy hand, Ron glanced at her uncertainly before shaking the boy's hand. "You're Ron Wealsey, right?" The boy said, Ron nodded, "well Ron, we're going to play a game, do you want to join in."
"eerr, sure." Ron said uncertainly,
"no girls allowed." Dudley said, glancing at Ginny, who huffed,
"what game?" Asked Ron, the large boy cracked his knucked gleefully,
"Harry hunting."