You're Such An Inspiration
A/N: Hi hi! The title is a working title, so if it changes, just ignore that...anyway, this is more of a prologue than a chapter, and it is extremely short, but I hope you like it! I have only a small idea of what I want to happen with this fanfic, so of course suggestions are welcome! Also, I saved this as a .txt file, so there isn't any bold or italiacs or anything like that...I hope you don't mind! ^^
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. are all copyright Joanne Kathleen Rowlings, and her publishers, and the WB and all that other crap. Anoki, Kara, Presencia, etc. are all copyright Jasmine White. I'm making no profit off of this, except for the wonderful reviews I want to get, that will uplift my spirits immensily!
Ginny sighed deeply, exhaling the breath she'd been holding. She'd almost had it that time! She could feel it crawling from her toes to the tips of her fingers, gripping the quill in her hand. Inspiration. But it flew away from her, before she could get it down on paper. How typical.
Pushing away her blank scrolls of parchment, she stood up and stretched her arms. She could swear she'd been sitting there for days on end. In reality it'd probably only been a few hours at the most, but when Ginny started to write, or at least attempted, she went into a trance. She wouldn't know Snape from Sinestra if they were wearing signs once she went far enough into her thoughts.
She walked down the spiraling stairs into the empty Gryffindor common room. It was a Hogsmeade Weekend for those who could go, and the younger students had yet to arise from their sleep. Ginny was stuck at the castle for the trip because she had dazed off in Potions, imagining how she could turn Professor Snape into a vampire for her story. Consequently she missed that the ginger roots were to be sliced and not diced, and that they went in after the pinch of salt, not before. The results was an exploded Potions Room and the hair fried off Snape's head, as well as her own. It took a load of house elves and Madame Pomphrey's hair growing potion until Snape could stop sputtering gibberish and give her a month's worth of detention and banning her from Hogsmeade for the next two trips.
She swung the portrait door open, and stepped out of the Gryffindor Tower into the halls of Hogwarts, intending to go to the Library. She knew of some spells to relieve a true dedicated author of their writer's block in "Twenty Thousand Spells, Charms, and Potions for the Dedicated Author". If only she had copied it down! At the time she had a wonderful, well flowing story, which was then completed and locked away in the trunk underneath her bed. No one but her fellow artists knew of her obsession with the written word.
She was almost at the library when she ran into Kara Daintly. Music sheets and extra quills spilled everywhere as the two collided.
"Oooh you little!" Kara screamed before looking up and seeing Ginny, "Oh Gin, it's just you! I thought you might have been Presencia."
The name was spat out, since "Presencia" and Kara were not on speaking terms due to Presencia saying Kara's voice sounded like a dying lark after Kara said Presencia's painting looked like a tube of paint exploded on her canvas. They had yet to reconcile, but Ginny was positive they would be talking to each other again by lunch.
"No, I'm just lil' ol' me, on my way to the library for something."
"And I'm on my way back to the Ravenclaw common rooms to act like I've been there all night studying, and not out with Anoki."
Ginny laughed as her friend scampered back to Ravenclaw. Anoki Liben was their good friend from Slytherin. He didn't believe in any sort of school spirit, therefore rivalry of any sorts seemed stupid. So to anger his classmates even more for not hating members of other houses, he went out and made friends with members from each house. He was a great actor and planned on becoming the next Filipen Marsido, the star of Wingardium!-a popular wizard soap opera. Anoki loved three things-acting, Kara, and acting.
Ginny could see the library now, and walked in. Madame Pince was as alert as ever behind her desk, but gave a quick smile to Ginny. Ginny waved to her and went to the shelf she had last seen the book on. Scanning the authors, she looked for Cauldwell, Emma. She grinned, and plucked it off of the shelf. She made her way to Madame Pince's desk and handed her the book.
"Hello Sera."
"Good morning Ginny, you're up early! Ah, Twenty Thousand Spells, Charms, and Potions for the Dedicated Author, again Ginny? You must really like this book!"
"I do," Ginny replied, slightly blushing, "it's got some wicked charms!"
"That it does, and be sure to use them wisely young one. Also, I got a book I thought you might be interested in. It's by William Shakespeare."
"Oh?" Ginny responded, "What is it called?"
"Love Labours Lost. Tis a very good story."
"I'll take it then!" was Ginny's enthusiastic reply.
Madame Pince waved her wand over the books so they now read they were being used by Ginny A. Weasley, and Ginny was on her way back up to the Gryffindor Tower. Or at least she was, until she heard snippits of a conversation.
"Harry! We really musn't pretend that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still powerless, cowering in a turbin like in our first year! You're beginning to turn in to Fudge!"
That was Hermione's voice!
"Yeah Harry! And The Dark Lord is coming back now stronger than ever! We can't just sit around during our Auror Training trying to find a way to make out with Cho Chang!"
Ron's voice boomed in the hall; he never could keep his voice down!
"Listen guys," Harry's voice said, "All I'm saying is, Voldemort-sorry Ron, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named isn't going to strike us now, and if he were, what better a place then outside of Hogwarts, where he could get us without protection spells set up around the area, and no Dumbledoor!"
Ginny looked around, but saw no one, and said aloud, "You know, an invisiblity cloak is useless if you talk as loud as humanly possible."
If you weren't accustomed to it, what happened next would have terrified you. Three people appeared out of thin air, and seemed unfazed as to their surroundings. But Ginny Weasley was very much accustomed to the trio ignoring her, while they scampered about underneath that bloody cloak.
"Gin! You gave us such a fright! We thought you were Snape, or Filch, or someone important like that!" Ron exclaimed, obviously very relieved to not be caught, and obilvious to his abashment of his little sister.
"Oh Ron! Of course I'm no one important! I mean, how could you ever mistake ME for someone IMPORTANT?" Ginny cried, peeved at her brother's insensitivity.
"I know, it was rather idiotic of me wasn't it?"
"Ooh you wanker!" Ginny swore, stalking off to her dorm, leaving the Dream Team behind.
"Was it something I said?" Ron asked, as the other two shrugged, before they went back off into their own world.
A/N: Hi hi! The title is a working title, so if it changes, just ignore that...anyway, this is more of a prologue than a chapter, and it is extremely short, but I hope you like it! I have only a small idea of what I want to happen with this fanfic, so of course suggestions are welcome! Also, I saved this as a .txt file, so there isn't any bold or italiacs or anything like that...I hope you don't mind! ^^
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. are all copyright Joanne Kathleen Rowlings, and her publishers, and the WB and all that other crap. Anoki, Kara, Presencia, etc. are all copyright Jasmine White. I'm making no profit off of this, except for the wonderful reviews I want to get, that will uplift my spirits immensily!
Ginny sighed deeply, exhaling the breath she'd been holding. She'd almost had it that time! She could feel it crawling from her toes to the tips of her fingers, gripping the quill in her hand. Inspiration. But it flew away from her, before she could get it down on paper. How typical.
Pushing away her blank scrolls of parchment, she stood up and stretched her arms. She could swear she'd been sitting there for days on end. In reality it'd probably only been a few hours at the most, but when Ginny started to write, or at least attempted, she went into a trance. She wouldn't know Snape from Sinestra if they were wearing signs once she went far enough into her thoughts.
She walked down the spiraling stairs into the empty Gryffindor common room. It was a Hogsmeade Weekend for those who could go, and the younger students had yet to arise from their sleep. Ginny was stuck at the castle for the trip because she had dazed off in Potions, imagining how she could turn Professor Snape into a vampire for her story. Consequently she missed that the ginger roots were to be sliced and not diced, and that they went in after the pinch of salt, not before. The results was an exploded Potions Room and the hair fried off Snape's head, as well as her own. It took a load of house elves and Madame Pomphrey's hair growing potion until Snape could stop sputtering gibberish and give her a month's worth of detention and banning her from Hogsmeade for the next two trips.
She swung the portrait door open, and stepped out of the Gryffindor Tower into the halls of Hogwarts, intending to go to the Library. She knew of some spells to relieve a true dedicated author of their writer's block in "Twenty Thousand Spells, Charms, and Potions for the Dedicated Author". If only she had copied it down! At the time she had a wonderful, well flowing story, which was then completed and locked away in the trunk underneath her bed. No one but her fellow artists knew of her obsession with the written word.
She was almost at the library when she ran into Kara Daintly. Music sheets and extra quills spilled everywhere as the two collided.
"Oooh you little!" Kara screamed before looking up and seeing Ginny, "Oh Gin, it's just you! I thought you might have been Presencia."
The name was spat out, since "Presencia" and Kara were not on speaking terms due to Presencia saying Kara's voice sounded like a dying lark after Kara said Presencia's painting looked like a tube of paint exploded on her canvas. They had yet to reconcile, but Ginny was positive they would be talking to each other again by lunch.
"No, I'm just lil' ol' me, on my way to the library for something."
"And I'm on my way back to the Ravenclaw common rooms to act like I've been there all night studying, and not out with Anoki."
Ginny laughed as her friend scampered back to Ravenclaw. Anoki Liben was their good friend from Slytherin. He didn't believe in any sort of school spirit, therefore rivalry of any sorts seemed stupid. So to anger his classmates even more for not hating members of other houses, he went out and made friends with members from each house. He was a great actor and planned on becoming the next Filipen Marsido, the star of Wingardium!-a popular wizard soap opera. Anoki loved three things-acting, Kara, and acting.
Ginny could see the library now, and walked in. Madame Pince was as alert as ever behind her desk, but gave a quick smile to Ginny. Ginny waved to her and went to the shelf she had last seen the book on. Scanning the authors, she looked for Cauldwell, Emma. She grinned, and plucked it off of the shelf. She made her way to Madame Pince's desk and handed her the book.
"Hello Sera."
"Good morning Ginny, you're up early! Ah, Twenty Thousand Spells, Charms, and Potions for the Dedicated Author, again Ginny? You must really like this book!"
"I do," Ginny replied, slightly blushing, "it's got some wicked charms!"
"That it does, and be sure to use them wisely young one. Also, I got a book I thought you might be interested in. It's by William Shakespeare."
"Oh?" Ginny responded, "What is it called?"
"Love Labours Lost. Tis a very good story."
"I'll take it then!" was Ginny's enthusiastic reply.
Madame Pince waved her wand over the books so they now read they were being used by Ginny A. Weasley, and Ginny was on her way back up to the Gryffindor Tower. Or at least she was, until she heard snippits of a conversation.
"Harry! We really musn't pretend that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still powerless, cowering in a turbin like in our first year! You're beginning to turn in to Fudge!"
That was Hermione's voice!
"Yeah Harry! And The Dark Lord is coming back now stronger than ever! We can't just sit around during our Auror Training trying to find a way to make out with Cho Chang!"
Ron's voice boomed in the hall; he never could keep his voice down!
"Listen guys," Harry's voice said, "All I'm saying is, Voldemort-sorry Ron, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named isn't going to strike us now, and if he were, what better a place then outside of Hogwarts, where he could get us without protection spells set up around the area, and no Dumbledoor!"
Ginny looked around, but saw no one, and said aloud, "You know, an invisiblity cloak is useless if you talk as loud as humanly possible."
If you weren't accustomed to it, what happened next would have terrified you. Three people appeared out of thin air, and seemed unfazed as to their surroundings. But Ginny Weasley was very much accustomed to the trio ignoring her, while they scampered about underneath that bloody cloak.
"Gin! You gave us such a fright! We thought you were Snape, or Filch, or someone important like that!" Ron exclaimed, obviously very relieved to not be caught, and obilvious to his abashment of his little sister.
"Oh Ron! Of course I'm no one important! I mean, how could you ever mistake ME for someone IMPORTANT?" Ginny cried, peeved at her brother's insensitivity.
"I know, it was rather idiotic of me wasn't it?"
"Ooh you wanker!" Ginny swore, stalking off to her dorm, leaving the Dream Team behind.
"Was it something I said?" Ron asked, as the other two shrugged, before they went back off into their own world.