A/N: The challenge is long over, but I wanted to finish, so at my whim I will continue to post the remaining drabbles. They will exceed the word limit at times but I wanted them to have a little more depth, but I will do my best to follow the original challenge of 400 words or less.
"Oi, miss, I think you've lost your kerchief."
Sighing, Ginny turned around knowing that who, or what, had spoken those words would not be anything that she might have ever imagined. Right, a giant penguin wearing magenta spandex pants and an otter lounging on top of its head eating a branch of wild berries.
"Thank you, good sir." She'd found out early on it was easier to adapt to the scene as it was set before her. "It was a gift from my mum, and I'm sure she'd be happy to know that you saved it."
Poof.
"Now why'd you wanna go an' do that fer?" The redhead startled and turned as another voice sounded to her right.
"I'm sor-" The words lost as Ginny realized it was a rather large stone that had a general appearance of her Aunt Muriel in its short statue and somewhat lumpy appearance. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise I had, um, offended you?" The apology coming out as a question since the girl wasn't quite sure what she had done to the rock.
"Yes, well, jus' don' let it 'appen again, then."
When Ginny turned to the stone to ask about the group of trees in the distance, the stone was simply gone.
Knuckling her fingers into her eyes and muffling her mouth with the heels of her hands, the frustrated young witch screeched into her hands.
"What is happening to me?"
"If I had to make an assumption, I'd say you were going a bit mad."
Ginny cringed inwardly, fighting the inevitability of opening her eyes to find something new and outrageous. Her bravery had fled ages ago and all she wanted was to be home again, safe and loved by family and friends.
A firm and warm hand on her shoulder.
"I've brought the antidote, Ginny. Professor Snape is with me."
The voice urged her to try and reach for peace again.
"Is he wearing any unnatural material? Or animal parts? I can't bear to see another chocolate biscuit or cute, little, fuzzy grey donkey ever again!"
Draco was thankful her despairing wail covered up his amused chuckle.
"Shhh, love, it's going to be okay now. He's wearing a very smart one hundred percent cotton outfit and I promise he has no biscuits to tempt you with." Brushing his long fingers through her hair, he did his best to calm her. "Now just drink this potion down and this will all be over soon."
As Ginny felt the potion start to work she could hear the smirk in his voice as she faded into sleep.
"I told her not to eat those mushrooms from the forest."
A/N : This particular prompt gives a reference to a CS Lewis character (that I adore) as well as an extremely over-reached reference to the supposedly drug induced writings of another brilliant author. Please don't hold it against them.