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Likerofnerdythings
"Ginny! Come on if you aren't going to hurry you'll miss the portkey!" called Bill, my only incredibly handsome brother through the Floo.
When I said handsome I meant, chiselled looks, dark red hair, immaculately styled and tastefully dressed. Like I was going to let his words get me out of bed on a Saturday for a portkey! Yet another brother George tried just then "Gin have you forgotten it's your job interview today?" See George knew how to get me up; I liked him much better than Billto be honest. He is twenty four, lanky but a smiling and joking prankster. Along with his twin Fred they were an unstoppable whirlwind of fun. At least until Fred and George became just George. I jumped out of bed and looked into the simple mirror next to me; (much to my chagrin) I found my waist – length dark red, gently curling hair had completely frizzed up. As I tamed my hair out of my azure eyes I noticed something, a beautiful but battered locket on my bedside table.
I whipped on my clothes, which consisted of denim jeans, a blue comfy angora sweater and my favourite worn strappy sandals and sat down to breathe for the first time in the day.
Now I have only slightly started explaining my complicated family I can introduce myself. My name is Virginia Molly Weasley, I am twenty one and I have blue eyes and auburn, wavy hair. And YES I am over Harry Potter, the prat. I currently have to go for a job interview at the Wizarding Nature Reserve of Suffolk. It was owned by a guy infamous for being very strict with his employees, some people even went as far as to nickname him 'Mr Umbridge' naming him after the cruel teacher I had in my fourth year, she was a tyrant, a monster in pink dresses. I just hoped that was an exaggeration. But then again I didn't particularly care about the Owner. For years I had dreamed about working in a magical environment in a nature reserve, where animals could roam free, think the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, but bigger. Quietly I hummed to myself as I went into the gleaming kitchen and fixed myself a bowl of berries, yoghurt and nuts accompanied with my favourite iced coffee: vanilla, honey and lemon (with coffee of course.) Sometimes I loved having a magical coffee maker! After about ten minutes I went back into the living room fully re-hydrated. A single piece of parchment lay on the table. It said 'Good Luck Gin! (And enjoy your coffee)' I recognised Charlie's handwriting immediately. Yay! I SO enjoy my family sending me random but completely unnecessary notes. Just kidding I love them really. Softly I walked over to the cosy fireplace. Opening a little wooden chest I grabbed a handful of sparkling green powder. "The Wizarding Nature Reserve of Suffolk!" I said clearly whilst stepping into the green flames and grabbing my leather cream clutch bag. With a whiz and a pop I arrived outside the Nature Reserve. Aside from the actual Nature bit of it, it consisted of three marble buildings, tall and imposing against the scenic heathlands. Carefully I stepped into the nearest, largest one. In a clipped tone the receptionist dismissed me to the head office. She didn't seem that nice. I thought as I walked nervously down the polished floor. Eventually I reached a wooden door emblazoned with the words ' Head office' The door swung open of its own accord and I stood directly in line with a tall, classically handsome man with styled blonde hair and stormy grey eyes. He wore a black top that showed off his rippling muscles. Simple denim jeans gave of a casual air. Hold up, blonde hair, smirk, and grey eyes, where does that sound familiar? Then it clicked.
Oh Sh*t!