'I can't believe it! Harry Potter is in my house and sitting in my chair! What is Harry Potter doing in my house? In my chair? How did he get here? After he said hello to me why did I run away? I feel so mean and stupid for showing up in my bathrobe.'

Eleven year old Ginny Weasley was nervously pacing around her bedroom. She just met the boy who lived and he was eating her breakfast and her acceptance letter to Hogwarts was coming today! Ginny strode to her bed, put on her jumper, combed her hair and put plats in it to make it look real fancy.

'Maybe it's too late to make a first impression, but I'll try really hard for a second!'

Very excitedly, she draped her wrap over her arm and, acting very mature, skipped down the stairs for breakfast. She stood at the top of the stairs for a second to make sure that Harry was still there eating breakfast. He was! She smiled widely and strode down the stairs, making sure her good side was facing Harry.

'Good morning Ginny,' Arthur said giving her a kiss on the cheek as she sat in the seat beside him. 'You look lovely today.'

Ginny grinned. She neatly put her wrap on the back of her chair and then picked up her knife and fork and began to cut her egg into very small bites.

'Ginny you know your eggs are scrambled, you don't need to cut them,' George said putting a spoonful of egg in his mouth.

Ginny shot him a look that made him almost spit out his eggs laughing.

'Here is your Hogwarts letter,' Fred said throwing it at her. Unfortunately it landed in her orange juice causing it to spill all over her and breakfast. She looked up at Harry who had turned to Ron. Both of them were trying not to laugh. They knew if they did Molly would get very mad at them too.

'Fred!' Molly exclaimed, 'look at this mess!' With one small wave of her wand she had the plate, cup and cutlery in the sink, clothes sponging up the orange juice and a boot flying towards Fred. It started to kick Fred in the shoulder and with every kick it got harder and harder. Finally Fred gave in and ran to his room. George, Harry and Ron were laughing uncontrollably, Percy ignored everything and went on reading the Daily Prophet (but Ginny could see a smile) and Arthur was shaking his head and chuckling.

'Mum,' Ron started, catching his breath, 'make the boot go after him and if the door is closed, have it kick it down.' Everyone was now laughing but it stopped quickly once the boot was back on the floor at the door.

'Ginny go get on a different jumper, in your wardrobe,' Molly said answering Ginny question before she could ask it, 'and meet us in the living room. I'll think of a way to dry your letter.' Ginny gave the letter to her mum then slowly walked up the stairs with her wrap on her.

'Third time's the charm,' she said closing her door behind her.