I could feel the Ashes flying around me as I whizzed back home. I knew I had stayed out must longer then I should, but I did not regret a second of it. I felt my feet touch the floor and almost lost balance but saved the landing.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley!" I froze on the spot.
"How do you explain going out to shop in the Diagon alley and come back 3 in the morning?!" my mother asked me with her hands on her hips.
"I… went out for a beer." I said starting to walk towards the staircase.
"Ginevra, I know you were not in the leaky cauldron, I sent your father to check" I stopped with one foot on the first stair step.
"I wasn't in the leaky cauldron, I was in a muggle bar." I waited for her to say something, anything.
"Why?" I closed my eyes I knew I needed to explain my thoughts behind this but I was hoping to get some sleep first
"I…" I said with my eyes still closed
"just wanted to not be recognized as friends of the trio, Harry Potters ex or the new chaser. I just wanted to be around people who did not know me". I looked at my mother who now just listened quietly
"and you found that?" she finally asked. I smiled
"I did, and it was great." She nodded and smiled
"okay, just next time, don't lie, just be honest" I nodded and said,
"I will, night mom" as I walked up the stairs.
My room looked like it always had with its pink walls and poster of the weird sister and the Holyhead harpies, and that was a bit strange because my own Holyhead harpies uniform was tossed over a chair.
a part of me felt like the world around me was standing still, while I was changing so much that I hardly fit anymore. Just stuffed in a mold too small for what I could be. As I laid in the bedding I picked out when I was nine, I felt my body grow tired until I fell asleep.
I could feel my throat ached for water, and my head pounding for peace, and as I opened my eyes it was like my stomach no longer wanted to be in my body. I felt sick. But I knew I needed to sit up and do something to make me feel better. So I turned to get out for the bed, but as I turned I so my bedside table and the small brown bottle placed on it, with a small note beside the bottle. I reached out to take the note."For hangovers" was written in small but easily readable cursive letters. I smiled as I took the bottle and drank the sticky liquid in one gulp. My body relaxed and I could feel it getting back into a normal balance but also an unnaturally tiredness taking over as I laid back down to sleep some more.
I woke up late Sunday. The sun already high on the sky. I got up from my bed feeling fine, thank god for the hangover potion. I got some clothes on and walk downstairs. My mom was sitting in the kitchen reading a witch magazine; she loved to read about the latest potion against zits or with incantation will charm your hair into the latest big hairdo. I didn't get the fascination but she loved it.
"mom?" she looked up from her magazine
"you're up sweetie, feeling okay?" I smiled
"yes thanks for the potion" she smiled back but said
"oh don't thank me, it was Hermione's idea" I looked around for a sign that the smart witch was here
"Hermione? She's here?" I said. My mom answered while standing up
"oh not anymore, she was here quickly this morning but got a meeting in the ministry that she couldn't miss"
"oh right." I said while sitting down, Hermione was always running around doing something, when we went to Hogwarts I always saw her after curfew in the common room, okay she was always writing or reading something but we could still talk, now she never had the time, she was always saving the world one House-elf at a time. My mom placed some food before me and said,
"eat" and I did.
When I was sitting in my room again I could not get another bite down, my mom had kept on saying that I needed food in my stomach after drinking a potion like the one Hermione left me.
So now I was just sitting looking out my window, looking down on where we always played quidditch together but I was the only one still living here beside mom and dad. George was living by himself over the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Harry and Ron was both living on the training base where they was learning to become Aurors, if they both passed they would be done in a year. Hermione still lived home with her parents but was working in the ministry and had kept on working on her Society for the promotion of Elfish welfare, the last thing I had heard was that she got a hearing to present her argument to the being division of the Department for the regulation and control of magical creatures. I really hoped she got her breakthrough with the case, she deserved it. Even though I was proud and happy for my friends and family I hated sitting here alone in the weekends, in the daily life I got training but in the weekend I was just sitting by myself hoping someone would visit.
Maybe I should just contact Sophie, it was only the day after but she did tell me to not wait to long. But how should I contact her? Should I send her an owl, or would that freak her out? I think Hermione told me one time that it took her parents some time getting use to getting owls. I could take my broom and just fly to her window, but of cause that would freak her out too. Maybe I should just Apparate, TA DA, standing in her living room, of cause that would totally freak her out. I had never contacted a muggle before, but I really didn't want to scare her away.
I didn't know how long I had been looking out the window but the sun was on the way down as I heard someone knock on my door.
"Come in" I said turning around to see who was walking in.
"hi" Hermione said as she walked in
"how are you feeling?"
"Good" I answered
"and thanks for the potion" she smiled still standing in the door
"no problem, hoped it help" I smiled
"it did" "good." There was silence a second before she said,
"will you come down? I think your mom is making dinner." I looked down on my desk as I said;
"yeah sure, give me a second I need to write a letter quick, then I will be there" she smiled and said,
"okay" before walking out of the door again. And I quickly sat down to write:
Hi Sophie
I know this is a little weird but just go with it. I really wanna see you again. Maybe we can meet in the same bar Friday, just send your answer with the owl, she don't bite.
Sincerely Ginny.
I put the short letter in an envelope before giving it to Ell my owl. Harry gave her to me when I graduated. She was a small, very sweet, golden brown owl, and I loved her.
As I walked to my window with her I whispered,
"be gentle okay, this girl never meet a post owl before." Before letting her fly out the window. when she was out safely I turned to walk downstairs.
