A/N- This was written for the 15minuteficlets community at LiveJournal.com. Thanks so much to my beta, Sydney, for looking this over.
Disclaimer- The characters and plot belong to J.K. Rowling, not me.
Aggravation. That was what she felt. No, it was more than that. It was rage, jealousy, and hurt all rolled into one. God, she was so sick of being treated like this! She wasn't even a full year younger, for Merlin's sake! Ginevra Weasley's powerful brown eyes filled with tears of anger and intense hurt as she clamored up the old stairs, trying to make as much noise as possible. She smirked grimly as she heard the painting explode into its normal excruciating shrieks.
"Be quiet, Ginny. Come along now!" her mother said shrilly.
As Mrs. Weasley shut Ginny's door behind her a moment later, the young girl's aggravation escalated even further. How could they treat her like this? Did she not have feelings and, God forbid, questions too?! She began to pace around the room she was sharing with Hermione, trying to vent some of her energy. Why couldn't she hear what Sirius had to say? Hard as she may try, she couldn't even fool herself into thinking that Hermione would fill Ginny in later. She knew it wasn't true. She had been ignored by Hermione before, she would be ignored by Hermione again.
But she simply couldn't believe that not one person had stuck up for her. Then again, why would they? She was the baby after all. So delicate and fragile. What a load of bull, Ginny thought angrily. Had her first year been erased from everybody's minds? She was no longer a naive little girl. Though hardly anyone realized it, she was quite a strong young woman.
This is just like second year, she thought sadly. That day when Harry, Ron, and Hermione had shooed her out of the train compartment was permanently etched into her mind. that was the day she had realized that she never would or could be one of their group. No matter how hard she tried or wanted it.
Ginny knew she was overreacting, but she couldn't help it. They didn't know what it was like to be shunned by the only people you really wanted to be with. Fred and George had their unique and charming wit and jokes, the infamous trio their annoyingly inseparable bond. Ginny was just another Weasley child.
"The only girl, you know."
"How odd."
"Too bad her family can't afford better."
She had endured the comments and insults from people like the Malfoys all her life, but now she feared she was finally starting to wear thin. Of course, tomorrow she would go back to her usual self, hiding her darker side deep within. But for tonight, or at least until Hermione came back, she would let herself go. The fourteen year-old girl collapsed onto the lower bunk, sobbing her heart out onto the tattered pillowcase and began spiraling even deeper into the dangerous black hole of self-pity. Several floors below, not one person heard her pain and aggravation. For they were discussing more grown-up things, forgetting the youngest Weasley child yet again.
Disclaimer- The characters and plot belong to J.K. Rowling, not me.
Aggravation. That was what she felt. No, it was more than that. It was rage, jealousy, and hurt all rolled into one. God, she was so sick of being treated like this! She wasn't even a full year younger, for Merlin's sake! Ginevra Weasley's powerful brown eyes filled with tears of anger and intense hurt as she clamored up the old stairs, trying to make as much noise as possible. She smirked grimly as she heard the painting explode into its normal excruciating shrieks.
"Be quiet, Ginny. Come along now!" her mother said shrilly.
As Mrs. Weasley shut Ginny's door behind her a moment later, the young girl's aggravation escalated even further. How could they treat her like this? Did she not have feelings and, God forbid, questions too?! She began to pace around the room she was sharing with Hermione, trying to vent some of her energy. Why couldn't she hear what Sirius had to say? Hard as she may try, she couldn't even fool herself into thinking that Hermione would fill Ginny in later. She knew it wasn't true. She had been ignored by Hermione before, she would be ignored by Hermione again.
But she simply couldn't believe that not one person had stuck up for her. Then again, why would they? She was the baby after all. So delicate and fragile. What a load of bull, Ginny thought angrily. Had her first year been erased from everybody's minds? She was no longer a naive little girl. Though hardly anyone realized it, she was quite a strong young woman.
This is just like second year, she thought sadly. That day when Harry, Ron, and Hermione had shooed her out of the train compartment was permanently etched into her mind. that was the day she had realized that she never would or could be one of their group. No matter how hard she tried or wanted it.
Ginny knew she was overreacting, but she couldn't help it. They didn't know what it was like to be shunned by the only people you really wanted to be with. Fred and George had their unique and charming wit and jokes, the infamous trio their annoyingly inseparable bond. Ginny was just another Weasley child.
"The only girl, you know."
"How odd."
"Too bad her family can't afford better."
She had endured the comments and insults from people like the Malfoys all her life, but now she feared she was finally starting to wear thin. Of course, tomorrow she would go back to her usual self, hiding her darker side deep within. But for tonight, or at least until Hermione came back, she would let herself go. The fourteen year-old girl collapsed onto the lower bunk, sobbing her heart out onto the tattered pillowcase and began spiraling even deeper into the dangerous black hole of self-pity. Several floors below, not one person heard her pain and aggravation. For they were discussing more grown-up things, forgetting the youngest Weasley child yet again.