Ginny was walking down the empty corridor to get back to the common room when she saw a figure shoot through the hallway infront of her. She knew not to follow shadows, thanks to her dad. She turned the hallway where she saw the figure but to her surprise noone was in there. I must be seeing things. Ginny thought to herself. She was about to turn to climb the spiral staircase to get the the portrait of the Fat Pink Lady when she heard a movement and turned around, again, reaching for her pocket that carried her wand but found it wandless. Damn! I must have left it in my bag upstairs! She was going to have to dodge and run. She waited for the figure to come out and shoot her with all different colours of spells, hexes, and curses but after a few minuites of waiting nothing happened. As she turned once more she could have sworn she heard voices. Oh great, now I'm hearing things, too. I need some rest. That detention with Snape was so tiring. She turned back around and headed up the stairs.
It wasn't till the next morning when she felt the strang ache in her head. She reached up and felt a large chunk of hair missing. What the bloody hell happened last night? Was the only thought she had in her head.
Ginny looked at her muggle clock. It read 8:29. She was very late. She stripped down to nothing but a towel and took a quick shower. She, then, dried herself with a simple scourgify charm and clothed herself. She grabbed her cloak and sprinted out of the room to meet her friends at the end of breakfast. She hoped that they saved her some food. Possibly some eggs, ham, poridge, pupkin juice. All these deliciouse foods running through her head made her start to drool.
As Ginny reached the bottom of the spiral starcast, a jet of red light came hurling at her and hit square in the chest. At once, Ginny was stunned and could not feel a thing. After that she woke up in a small broom cubbord that was locked with very heavy spells, a silencing charm, and a bit of food that would last her for about an hour or two. She remembered nothing if what had happened or who had shot the spell at her. She just felt the ache in her head where the hair was ripped out.
As the boy got out of his common room he remebered the charm he had set on the Weasley. It was supposed to wear off at exactly 8:25. He was 4 minuites late to get down to the edge of the spiral staircase to await the silly girl. As planned she came strutting down fairly quickly at the exact time Blaise shot the stunning spell. It hit her right square in the chest. He went over to the stunned Ginny and dragged her to the closest and storded her in there. He set advanced spells on it so she couldn't get out, be heard, or starve.
As Lavender, May, Myra, and Jenevive sat at their table, they looked for Ginny. She was no where to be found! They hoped she was okay. She almost never missed breakfast. The Weasly trait for food was in all of them. She would shove her face untill she chouldn't fit anything else in it.
Ginny had fallen asleep in the closet for a few hours. After ramming up against the door, her shoulder was very sore. She decided to get some rest. When she woke up, she rammed on the door and it easily fell open. She got up, brushed off her shirt and headed up to the Gryfindor tower to get ready for lunch, her teachers would be very worried.