Chapter Three
-
Ginny picked up the cell phone as she heard it buzz again.
"About time!" Clairy sounded far less sad than she had earlier, "You'll never guess what I just did for you."
Ginny rolled her eyes, "What? What did you do for me, miss selfish?"
Clairy scoffed, "That hurts, Ginny, really," she giggled, shrugging it off, "Well, I just got permission from Nigel to grab a couple other counselors to keep the kids in line on this trip. And guess who I grabbed?" she squealed.
"Oh, I can guess."
"I got them!" Clairy rejoiced like a child, and lowered her voice, conspiratorially, "And at the moment they're helping pack all the stuff into the bus," she added, "That tennis instructor is hot."
Ginny racked her mind for which one was the tennis instructor. Ah, yes, the blonde. "He yells too much," she pointed out, with a 'meh,' "Who else did you get?"
Clairy's voice had the audible quality of an eye roll, "Yes, he yells, because he's serious about coaching! And the other one I got was whats-his-face-"
"Do you know either of their names?" Ginny asked, amused by her friend's boy craziness.
Clairy paused, and Ginny knew the answer without her having to say anything, "It's the rock band drummer guy - y'know, with the tattoos - I think his name is... Josh?"
Ginny laughed at her friend, "You mean Joze?" She asked, thinking of the tattooed brunette with a quirk to her eyebrow.
"Yeah, him." Clairy agreed, eagerly, "And they're both coming! Bringing a few more boys, too! Campers, though, so not as fun."
"Pedophile," Ginny teased.
"Am not!" Clairy answered, though she knew her friend was joking, "Anyway, it's just like four more boys - they've already integrated into the group." It was quite clear to Ginny that Clairy hadn't bothered to learn their names, either. Not to be rude, but Ginny had always though of herself as the superior counselor in terms of her connection to the campers.
"What time should we expect you?" Ginny asked, pushing the guilt-causing thoughts out of her mind.
There was a pause as Clairy checked her watch. "Tennis guy is going to head out now with his boys, he says he'll probably pass you on the way there-"
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Very competitive, isn't he?"
"-And Joze and I will probably get there about an hour after you. Maybe two."
Nodding, Ginny checked her watch. "Sounds good."
On Clairy's end, Ginny heard a muffled shout of, "Frankie! Out of the trunk!"
That would Francesca Hill - one of the most adventurous eleven year olds Ginny had ever met - apart from herself, of course. Ginny laughed, "I'll talk to you later," she hung up, chuckling to herself.
"What was that about?" Mel asked, and Ginny jumped, turning around.
"Christ, Mel, when did you get up here?" She asked, shaking her head angrily.
Mel shrugged, "What was that about?" She repeated.
"Some more people are joining our little excursion," Ginny explained.
"Who's competitive?" Mel asked, inquisitively.
Ginny scowled at her, "No one. It's none of your business." She had the urge to stick her tongue out at the camper, but held back.
"Fine, don't tell me." Mel scowled back, slumping in the seat behind Ginny.
---
A/N: Yes, it's short, I know - but I'm working on writing the next bit (yes, interaction between Draco and Ginny) Draco may seem OOC, but I'm kind of coming up with this now, based on what I'd thought about years and years ago, so forgive me. Also, keep in mind, Draco is no where near his home and parents, and he's in a place where he won't get any respect from anyone just because of his family, so he's gained it other ways. More friendly ways. =D
Review thanks to .xx
