So far January is flying by and I've had no time to eat, sleep or breath and therefore have had no time to even think about sitting down to write. It is one of the most relaxing things I do but it takes too long to write something substantial so I've been drawing a lot recently and hopefully I will get an account on Elfwood set up in the next few weeks. Don't expect an update immediately but I will try my best to update whenever possible every free moment I'll be taping away…
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…There I go. He, he. ;)
The PropositionBad Karma that's what it is, bloody bad karma. I can't do anything right. God damn it, I can't even drive some stupid hunk of muggle metal. It's not like I purposely went out to wreck Ron and Hermione's garden with their brand new car, so yeah, they didn't exactly say they'd let me try to drive it, and yes I had squashed Hermione's magnolias not to mention her freshly painted fence. And then, to top it all off some muggle idiot comes running out of his house calling me a frigging lunatic just because I knocked his precious car when I was reversing. God, I mean if you stand at the front of the car you hardly notice that the left side of the trunk is missing. For my little accident I get six months bad luck, six months without a job, I mean for gods sake, I've had my sofa and curtains reprocessed and I've had to sell a fair few of my kitchen appliances for rent money. All because of a tiny little accident I may end up homeless. It's time I faced it life sucks…
Sunlight streamed through the crack in my bedroom blinds. I rolled over and checked the clock on my bedside table. It was ten thirty; the day had started without me. I slid out of bed on a sigh and shuffled into the bathroom and took a long shower. When I was done in my bathroom I emerged and shuffled into the kitchen and opened the fridge desperately wishing the food fairy had visited my refrigerator but no such luck. I took out the plate of butter and a carton of milk the sole survivors of my food shop two weeks ago. The carton of milk was rather like my fridge, heavy out of date and strangely green. Lingeringly I sniffed the milk. The aroma was so strong I stumbled back a few steps.
"Man, that's got to go." I said to no one in particular as I threw the milk into the bin.
I pulled the cupboard open slightly to quickly there was a loud CLANCK as the door came off in my hand, I looked down at it blankly. Damn, I put it down on the side and tugged out a box of ancient Musli and balanced the cupboard door back in its place. I then fished a spoon out of the sink and shoved it into the box of cereal. I shuffled into my lounge and balancing the box of cereal on my knee I pressed the button on the answering machine to see what I'd missed in my slumber.
After taking a mouthful of cereal the messages started and I grimaced as I heard the sound of my own voice and made a mental note to change the message…
Hi? Hello…um this is Ginny Weasley. Um, I'm not in at the moment, obviously otherwise I'd be talking to you. Hahaha, cough so er... leave a message if you like or not..it's up to you.
BEEP
"Hello, is this…is this thing- ARTHUR? How do you turn the machine on? Damn muggle thing. What do you mean it's on? Well I- never mind
Arthur…Ginny dear are you there? Dinners at eight. I made Spice Cake. Harry has some exiting news I hear…"
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"Hi it's Hermione, get up! You should be out job hunting but I suppose it doesn't really matter now, well… I let Harry explain. See you later. Ron put that cake back tha- "
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"Hi it's Harry here…um yeah so I think I may have a ob for you, if you want it, so anyway, yeah I'll explain tonight. I hate these things I sound like a lunatic talking to himself. Anyway see you at eight. It's Harry by the way."
BEEP
Sighing I threw the spoon back into the box and shoved it on the counter in the kitchen. So yeah, half my flat has been repossessed but I quite enjoyed being in my state of unemployment it gave me time to do the more recreational things in life. like eat doughnuts and watch muggle TV, my new found best friend. Trust me I know, I'd rather have one than a sofa. I was probably going to be spending my days TV free in some god-awful shop where the only place you can buy a doughnut is 10 miles away. It was going to happen, I just knew it.
I spent what may be my last day watching TV from the comfort of my rug and eating my way through four boxes of Krispy Kreme Doughnuts as a sort of tribute to my six months of laziness. I knew the day would come where I would finally have to get off my butt, and now it has I may as well go out with a bang.
By ten past eight I was outside the Weasley residence staring up at my old home. It hadn't changed, not one bit, the roof tiles still looked like a patchwork quilt and the house it's self as though it could topple at any given moment. I sighed knowing I'd have to enter soon when suddenly the door swung open and my mother's head appeared she said,
"Come on Ginny dear, we've already started eating." And then disappeared back into the house.
As I approached the door I could hear the roar of conversation coming from the other side of the house. Sighing I stepped into the hive of activity. Everyone was sat at the table; there were two empty chairs one was mine. The other was for Harry who was currently nowhere to be seen. No one appeared to have acknowledged my arrival except Hermione, who smiled and said,
"Harry's late; we'll reveal the news when he arrives."
I nodded and helped myself to the dishes containing a mountain of food. It is a sacred Weasley tradition that once a week as many members of the clan possible must all congregate in the tiny kitchen at the burrow and eat a decent meal.
I was digging into my roast potatoes when there was a distant
POP!
and the kitchen door opened, Harry stepped in shrugging his coat off.
"Hey everyone!" He called and received an all round cheery replays I sat wondering why no one ever greeted me like that.
"Hey Gin." He said slipping into the seat next to me sending me a dreamy smile
I suddenly felt a rush of heat and took a large gulp of wine. Harry began piling food onto his plate. Everyone sat looking from Harry to me and then back to Harry again with looks of expectation on their faces. Harry sat completely oblivious until his plate was clean. Men are so oblivious.
"Oh, right," Harry, said upon seeing everyone watching him. Grinning he put his cutlery down, "you want the juicy news."
Duh.
Harry looked at me, "Ginny, the ministry have a free position in my department, I suggested that you take the job and they have…hesitantly agreed."
I sat opened mouthed staring at Harry as if he had suddenly sprouted three heads, not entirely comfortable with the way he'd said 'suggested' I take the position. Everyone began to whisper excitedly.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I will not allow it!" My mother exclaimed from the other end of the table. "Ginny an Auror? I will not let my daughter put herself in danger."
Harry sighed and a small bubble of anger whelmed from up inside me, "Mum it's not like it's any of your business if I take the job or not, I'm 23 years old for god's sake!" the murmuring stopped, no one ever argued with my mother, and if you did you had a death wish.
"Young lady! Why I-" she began standing up.
"You can't stop her molly." My Dad said, I sent him a look of admiration. My mother sat back down her lips so thin they were almost invisible.
"So-do you want the job?" a voice asked. I looked up suspecting it was from Harry that the voice had emitted.
"Er…Yeah." I said, well, beggars can't be choosers.
"You can start tomorrow then. I better be leaving, duty calls." Harry said.
"Me too." I said remembering there were Charmed re runs on the telly this evening.
We both said our goodbyes nicked a slice of spice cake and headed for the door. As we ambled out the door shut behind us and Harry turned to me. He looked just as young and handsome as ever.
"Are you sure you want to do this? It's a bit different from working in Madame Malkin's." He asked.
I nodded.
""It's not an easy job Gin. Molly's right, you could get hurt being an Auror is glamorous, it's hard work. Just because Voldemort's gone doesn't mean there aren't people out there wanting to hurt others."
"I'll be fine." I said tugging up the stiff zip of my coat.
Harry lent down and pecked me on the lips, I froze.
"Be careful, I'll see you tomorrow. Nine o'clock by the ministry entrance."
As I finally unstuck my feet form the floor and stepped back as he disappeared with a Pop!
I licked my lips, "excellent." I said to the spot where he'd stood and after pulling myself together I apperated home.
So this is the first chapter, yeah so it took a while, I know you guys were voting on the others but this just flew into my mind and I had to write it down. So here it is. All my other stories have been 11 chapters or shorter, hpoefully this will be a lot longeri am very much like Ginny, commitment andreliablity are not my strong points.Looking forward to hearing what you guys think.
Dani x
