"G'mourning," came Hermione muffled voice, as she hurriedly came striding up to her friends, unsurprisingly carrying a rather large stack of some particularly large books or other explaining her undertoned greetings.
"Hey, 'Mione," the trio chorused, looking up from their meals.
"Have any of you come to hear any news concerning our new transfer students, yet?" she inquired, taking her seat beside the youngest of Weaseley's, simultaneously setting her bagged down, while opening her book (tomb).
"My, my Hermione, have I got news for you," Ginny spoke slyly with an undertone of mirth, wearing a smile that would have put that damn purple Alice cat to shame. In other words ridiculously insane.
Well, out with it then," Hermione beckoned, "don't just keep us in suspense," she spoke with an eager, unconcealed curiosity, as a smile crept across her own features.
Harry and Ron, on the other hand felt more then a bit unsettled by the smiles now being worn by both female companies.
Leaning inward toward the table, she signaled her audience to gather near. Making it impossible for any prying ears to overhear, unless the use of magic.
"Ginny!" huffed the bushy haired teen irritably, as curiosity gnawed away at her nerves.
"Alright, alright, already," the youngest of the Weasley's chuckled softly, at her friends unyielding need to know everything about anything.
While, the male duo of the group, just shuck their heads at their friend's girly antics.
"Okay," exhaled Ginny, playing up the dramatic effect to its fullest. "The rumors around the castle are that they're four of them, and their all bloody hot," fanning herself with an invisible fan. "You'll be joined by a twins this year, as Merlin's luck would have it," a pouting expression of mock dismay. " a new third year arrives, as well as a 7th year, and my sources say- I still don't want to believe it- that their in close relations to the 'spoiled git' himself," her last words sounding incredulous to her own ears, with just an undertone of smugness.
"WHAT?" came the red haired boy's response.
"Just like I said, related to the spoiled git," she spoke slowly, leaving behind a bitter taste on her tough. She took a swig of her pumpkin juice to wash away the taste of git.