Well, I started my day off pretty interesting this morning. I found a spider on the ceiling while I was in the shower. It gave me quite the start, sent me into a short screaming fit. I felt bad for the poor thing when it scurried around on the ceiling in circles above my head, as I hurried out of the shower stall, shampoo still in settled in my hair. I gave him a sort of grunt and finished rinsing my hair in the sink, letting the defenseless thing live another day.
Soon after, I dressed and went down stairs to breakfast. Much of my family was already there, except for the brother closest to my age, Ron, who had slept in on this Saturday and was apparently using my shower, taking into account the same horror struck noises that were coming from there earlier were occurring again, only this time there was a loud smack. With a sad sigh and a shake of the head, I put what was left of my cold cereal aside and waved a good morning to my mother, who'd just noticed I had arrived.
"How'd you sleep last night, Ginny dear?" My mum asked with a smile in her voice.
"Just fine, and yourself?" I asked in a similar tone.
"Oh, alright I suppose," she said, eyes rolling, "Except for the explosions that went on in the room next door…" Looking in the same direction her glaring was going toward, I found Fred and George, the family's twins, smiling with a fake innocence that I've come to know so well.
"Well, mum…" My sneaky brothers began, "How do you expect our shop to continue running if all we do is laze around over break?"
"Couldn't you have waited until morning? Or, perhaps the afternoon, hm? Maybe even evening, boys? Not when everyone else in the house is trying to sleep soundly!" My mother said, sounding quite bitter for not getting much sleep.
"I guess we could do that from now on, Mum," Fred said with a sigh, giving up on any argument that was about to begin.
I smirked as George looked to Fred and the two began whispering quietly together, trying to think up plans of when they were going to make new products for their extremely successful trick shop. I always wished I could have a career as interesting as those two as I got older, but it just didn't work out that way. Once I'd gotten my degree in business, my life turned closer toward more serious things. There was an invention made a few years back, when I was in my last year of school, called "The Deafen." It was all the rage. You could attach it to your wand and think up any song and just how loud you wanted it and…there it was. You could hear it. You could even put your wand to your head and have only you hear it. It was amazing. I actually had an internship with the inventor of this product and I asked him if he was planning on making anything else in the near future. It would be "The Deafen 2.0" and he asked me to be his partner in designing it and getting it out on the market. I couldn't turn it down. There was so much money involved and all. Harry encouraged me, and that what pushed me the most. I loved that man with all my heart. Once my partnership was official, he'd actually proposed. I accepted and a year later, we were married.
Thinking back, I should have told him we ought to wait. Instead, Voldemort got into his head before Harry killed him, and made him bitter. Who knew Voldemort was just that crafty, to turn around and use my second year as any excuse for me to be very unfaithful? It was all downhill after that. Me being pregnant, all this heartache and stress brought a divorce, a miscarriage and me moving as far away as I could. I moved to America after a month of living with my parents, eating nothing but chocolate covered pretzels, and crying constantly. I was all right once I was away from all the pressures and memories. I got into a new job, a muggle one, selling another music device, the ipod. I still made too much money to know what to do with, but it wasn't the same and didn't have as much amazement to it as The Deafen did.
Now, after a year away, I was back home for a holiday, and I was doing fine. Everyone had been kind enough so far not to mention Harry. Even Ron, which came as a surprise. The two still spoke, as far as I knew, even while the verbal abuse was going on, Ron was still the best of friends with Harry. Don't get me wrong, though, Ron stuck up for me as best he could. It was hard for him to let go of the friendship, and I completely understand. The two of them decided to be suit and tie men, working in the Ministry, which to this day still makes me laugh. I never could imagine Ron in the business world. He wasn't the brightest, nor was he the kind to get something done and done on time. But, he was successful enough, he, Hermione and their little girl, Justine. Yes, the two of them did marry. No surprise there. Hermione is now a homemaker. No one could believe that after all of her hard work in school, being the valedictorian and going off to a College, she would be a stay-at-home mom, but she claims that once all her children have grown, she'll go to work. For now she just wants to enjoy her family. She'd actually fell slightly ill and wouldn't arrive until tomorrow evening, being told by a doctor to stay home. Justine came up with a slight cough too, and was at home in bed with Mummy for the day.
"Ginny," my mom said, shaking me from my thoughts, "could you go up and tell Ron that he…that he, uh…has a visitor, please?"
I tilted my head slightly, then smiled, "Sure, Mum." I made my way up the stairs, turning my head round to see who it was, though I had a feeling I already knew. Confirming what I'd been dreading since I decided to come home for Thanksgiving week, I sighed and decided what I was going to do while Ron's buddy was here.
Hide.