Note: This is a lazy chapter. Nothing much happens and Ginny doesn't even get out of her bed. But there will be Ron, because I started to miss him. :)
The Founding of Pigwarts III – Chaos Is Served
Chapter 21: Shy Eared Slythendor
Ginny was not asleep when someone knocked on her door and thus that catastrophe was avoided. But she was still in no mood to get up yet, not when she could remain in the bed undisturbed, staring at the ceiling and thinking lazy thoughts. The person on the other side of the door, however, misread the message she was silently sending, and took it as a cue to enter instead.
"Ron!" Ginny yelled. "What the hell are you doing, walking in here just like that!"
"I did knock," Ron justified himself, not having the decency to look guilty, even under the glare his sister was giving him.
"I could have been sleeping," she pointed out.
"It's past noon," he casually remarked.
"Aren't you one to talk," Ginny grumbled, adding after a moment's thought, "I could have been making love to Harry."
She found some satisfaction in Ron's ears turning pink, but it would have been even better if he had made a face or stuttered something embarrassedly or shouted at her to keep such things private. He didn't do any of this, and even managed a relatively calm reply.
"That's okay, I stood behind the door for a while, listening to hear any funny noises," he said, sounding as if he expected her to be mollified by this. He was wrong.
Ginny took a breath, about to give Ron a proper yelling, but then stopped. He had knocked, after all. And listened for any funny noises before entering, even though that wasn't a completely reassuring thought. But he had knocked at least. And she was having such a lovely Sunday afternoon that she didn't want it to be ruined by yelling. Daphne had already done that to her lovely Sunday morning.
"What do you want?" she snapped, wishing to get quickly past this part of Ron annoying her and back to the part of her staring at the ceiling and thinking lazy thoughts.
"I just realized I haven't been spending much time with you lately," he said, smiling a little sheepishly. "We never hang out like we used to."
"When have we ever hung out?" Ginny asked in wonder, sitting up on the bed, and raising a brow at her brother.
"Well, not just us," Ron explained. "Me, you, Harry, and Hermione. The whole gang. Our fantastic four."
"No one called us that."
"They should have," he said with a grin. "We were all bloody fantastic."
"Some more than others," Ginny muttered under her breath, then spoke out loud, "so you're here to hang out with me?"
"Yes, I thought we might do something together. Something fun. Just like the old times."
"Oh, you mean those nice times you had battling the Death Eaters and getting yourselves nearly killed? Should I go and find some monster to kidnap me so that you could come to my rescue?"
"You're in a grumpy mood today," Ron observed.
"You think?" she asked sarcastically, then sighed and shook her head, "I only got a few hours sleep and then that moron Daphne woke me up by shouting from the rooftops."
"Oh," he said, took a few moments to ponder this and then added, "what was she shouting?"
"Something about being so happy she could shout it from the rooftops," she replied. "I don't know. I sent Harry to shut her up."
"Oh? And he hasn't returned?"
The question sounded suspicious and could have been taken in many ways, but the look on Ron's face was so oblivious that Ginny dismissed the idea of it having any hidden meaning. Even if it did, it was hidden from Ron as well.
"He probably didn't want to wake me up," she said. "Unlike some other people."
"But you are up," he replied, completely ignoring the silent accusation.
"Yes," Ginny agreed, giving up her attempts of being angry with him since it didn't seem to affect him in any way and was thus quite useless. She was not going to waste her angry glares and pointed looks on people who refused to see them. Her glares and looks deserved far better reception. And she did have a far better person – a certain loud-mouthed idiot – in mind on whom to use them.
"Have you been hanging out with Hermione lately?" she changed the subject.
"No, but I did see her today and she said she wanted to see you," he told her. "She just had to go to the Library first."
"Why am I not surprised," Ginny rolled her eyes and Ron chuckled.
As if on cue, there was a soft polite knock on the door.
"Come in, Hermione," Ron shouted. "We were just talking about you."
"Wow, that was one quick visit to the Library," Ginny muttered quietly, winking to her brother.
Hermione opened the door and smiled, and Ginny smiled back to her, at least until she saw the heap of books she was carrying, balancing them on one arm and supporting them with her jaw, while she used her other hand to operate on the door.
"Have any of you seen Bernard?" she asked casually, not hurrying to put the pile of books down anywhere, instead resting them on both of her arms and looking as if it was her usual way of being. It probably did make her feel nice and comfy, hugging all those books to herself.
"Who's Bernard?" Ginny and Ron asked together.
"Oh! He's our new Librarian, didn't I tell you about it? He's the uncle of one of the students, and they agreed to his coming here, and he concurred as well, and now we have a Librarian! Isn't that great?"
"And now he's lost?" Ginny asked.
"Well, no, I just didn't see him," Hermione explained. "He's probably still there, dozing in a bookcase or something. He's a bit absent-minded."
"A bit absent-minded?" Ginny inquired, while Ron exclaimed,
"Dozing in a bookcase?"
"He's old, and a little weird," Hermione admitted, "but he's a nice man, really."
"Yes, but dozing in a bookcase?" Ron repeated.
"He probably doesn't even notice he is in one," Hermione rose to the defence of her chosen Librarian.
"What? He climbs into a bookcase and doesn't even notice it?" Ron was shocked, "where does he put all the books?"
"He doesn't remove the books," Hermione explained. "Why should he? He's a ghost, he can hover right through them."
"He's a ghost?" Ginny and Ron exclaimed together.
"Oh yes," Hermione nodded. "Didn't I tell you that?"
"Not to us," Ginny assured.
"Oh. Perhaps I wanted to tell you about it at yesterday's party, but forgot with everything that happened. Speaking about that, how is Daphne doing?"
"Being a loud-mouthed idiot," Ginny snapped, and at Hermione's shocked glance, added, "she sounded quite fine this morning."
"Oh, well, that's good."
"So, Hermione," Ron beamed at her. "Are you free for the day? Can we do something fun together, like we used to?"
"What's with the books?" Ginny asked with much less enthusiasm. "Some light reading?"
"Oh, these?" Hermione looked at the pile of books as if she noticed them only now, and shook her head with a small smile, "no, these are for you."
"For me?" Ginny yelped, then forced herself calm and went on as levelly as she managed, "that's really nice of you, but I do have my own light reading."
Quidditch magazines, she mouthed to Ron at his horrified look.
"Oh no!" Hermione exclaimed and giggled. "These are not for your own fun. These are for your History of Magic lessons."
Ginny stared in shock.
"Well, it's not all, of course," Hermione continued. "These are just some books that give you an idea of what to teach, and how to teach it. There are some nice and long essays in these books that discuss whether it's better to approach the subject broadly or deeply. And then there's the question of how deeply you want to go into the social circumstances and how they influenced each event, it'd be very nice to know all about the background, of course, but we don't have enough lessons for you to tell about everything, so you have to make some kind of choice.
"I suggest you start with this book," she said, pulling one out of the pile without dropping any other, a sign that she was good at such book manipulation. "It's basically just a history of teaching history, the methods that have been used before, and a thorough analysis of their benefits and disadvantages. It's really all extremely fascinating!"
Seriously doubting that last statement, Ginny managed to ask something about all the other books.
"Oh yes!" Hermione brightened up, putting the book on the bedside table and pulling out another, explaining, "This is in favour of the broad approach, meaning that you follow the time line and tell about all events as they come. This, on the contrary, says that it's much more important to teach events that are connected to each other, and leave all the other events happening between them in time but not being affected by them for later. It does raise some very good points, but you should read them and decide on your own. These three give you a nice list of other books you can use and why you should use those particular books. This is about general teaching methods, this gives advice on how to deal with difficult students, this talks about different types of homework to give, this has several nice examples of how to create the best tests..."
"Don't forget to breathe," Ron reminded his sister, poking her gently.
Ginny closed her mouth and gave him a short glare, then turned back to Hermione, taking indeed a deep breath,
"This is all very nice, Hermione, and I do appreciate you doing all this to help me," she tried to sound convincing, "but it is my lesson, and I can plan it by myself."
The look her friend gave at that was so aghast that Ginny started to feel a bit guilty for her harshly spoken words when Hermione had gone through all this trouble to help her, and she almost added 'But you can leave the books here and I'll take a look' when Hermione suddenly narrowed her eyes.
"Like you planned your other lesson?" she asked darkly, and the feeling of guilt that had been bothering Ginny miraculously disappeared.
"That was an honest mistake," she protested. "And nothing like that will happen now that I'm teaching history."
"Oh, I wouldn't put it past you."
"Well, I know I'm not knocking on your window this time," Ginny huffed.
"Good. I wouldn't let you in anyway," Hermione huffed back.
Looking from one to other, Ron sat in hostile silence for a while, his mind in desperate search of any suitable topic. He ended up picking the first that came to his mind.
"You have been spending too much time with Daphne lately," he accused Ginny. "You have abandoned us, your old friends!"
Perhaps not the most suitable topic, it still did its trick. So surprised at being accused in something like this, Ginny forgot that she was supposed to be brooding and angry at Hermione. She opened her mouth to object, only to realize that Ron was right. Well, she hadn't abandoned her old friends, not really, but she had been spending the majority of her time with Daphne now. But that was just fine, because they all had found new friends!
"She is doing it, too!" Ginny forwarded the accusation to Hermione. "She's always being with Draco nowadays!"
Hermione, shocked at receiving the blame, quickly forgot being angry with Ginny about the books, and was now angry about the accusation. She wanted to point out Daphne, but Ron had already done it, which meant she had to find another way.
"And you, Ron?" she found it. "You have been making new friends, as well, haven't you? Don't you hang out with Blaise and Vincent and Millicent all the time now? If you feel yourself distancing from us then it's as much your fault as--"
"Stop!" Ginny exclaimed. "Shh!"
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just repeat what you said," she ordered.
"Repeat what I..."
"Just say it again."
Hermione frowned but obeyed, "I was just saying that Ron himself has been spending a lot of time with his new friends, Blaise and Vincent and Millicent..."
"Aha!" Ginny cried out in triumph, raising her finger and rising to her knees on the bed for extra emphasis, which made Ron flinch and Hermione gave her a curious look.
"Ginny, what is it?" she asked.
"His ears are pink," Ginny announced.
Ron's ears were indeed pink and turning even redder under the scrutiny that now fell upon then.
"It's a bit hot in here, isn't it?" he tried to save the situation, but sounded so guilty that he only proved it further, whatever it was.
"And his ears turned pink," Ginny went on with a huge grin, "when you mentioned Millicent!"
There was a moment of silence, filled with shock, triumph, and further reddening of ears.
"You mean..." Hermione began, then stopped to look doubtful.
"Yes!" Ginny vehemently assured. "See for yourself – Millicent, Millicent, Millicent."
"You know, I think you are right," Hermione admitted, focusing on Ron's ears, "they really do get redder!"
"They get redder because you are staring at them!" Ron exclaimed, finally coming up with an excuse that sounded quite credible, at least to his reddish ears.
"What, are they shy or something?" Ginny smirked, causing Hermione to burst out laughing. The redhead sniggered a bit as well, but when Hermione didn't stop for another period of time, she sent her a funny look, finally inquiring,
"Hermione, are you all right?"
"Yes, sorry," Hermione said, forcing herself to calm down. "I got a bit carried away."
Ginny gave her another funny look, but then remembered that they were currently teasing Ron, and turned her gaze from one of her friends to the other.
"So you like Millicent, huh? A bit domineering, isn't she? Scary even?"
"Not after the two of you," Ron replied defiantly, the rest of his face taking on a slightly pinkish hue as well.
"Hmm, you have a point," Ginny agreed. "So if you've had enough practice of dealing with us, you should have no trouble asking her out. Perhaps you've already done it?"
"Wait, isn't she dating Blaise?" Hermione asked, suddenly frowning.
"No, she isn't," Ron quickly announced, "they aren't together or anything. I know. Blaise told me."
"And he doesn't mind you dating her?" Hermione went on, trying to remember what Draco had told her about Blaise and Millicent. She seemed to recall him saying something about it being past the bloody time he made a move on her instead of secretly desiring her like a lovesick Hufflepuff – at that point Hermione had wondered why Hufflepuff and Draco had explained that it sounded better than Ravenclaw and got him in less trouble than Gryffindor. But that had been a while ago and since Ron had been spending lots of time with Blaise, he probably knew better.
"No," Ron said, replying first and hesitating second. It was something the Slytherins had taught him – you could always change your answer later, but hesitating before had the tendency to make people suspicious of you and that was the last thing you needed. Well, he wasn't lying – technically. Blaise had never forbidden him to date Millicent. He would never suspect him of doing anything like that. He seriously underestimated his level of sneakiness, and that was going to be his doom.
"Well, if he doesn't mind, then I suppose it's alright," Hermione agreed, slowly letting go of her doubts.
"So, have you asked her out yet?" Ginny wondered.
"No," Ron admitted. "But I will. Soon."
"I suppose you don't need our advice then."
"Well," Ron began, making the mistake of hesitating first, which was all the encouragement his sister needed.
"Try being suave," she nodded wisely. "And bold. She seems the type to like confident men."
"Unless what she likes about Ron is his being different from her typical Slytherin," Hermione declared. "She might find his awkwardness and naiveté most refreshing."
"I'm not awkward!"
"You might be right," Ginny admitted. "I mean, she has had enough of Slytherin charm, she might indeed want something else. It's just like with you, Hermione, only the other way around."
"Or naïve!"
"So you should remain yourself, Ron. Try acting like a true Gryffindor, like... erm... Harry!"
"No, Harry is way too cool. If you decide to be awkward and naïve, you should go the whole way. Perhaps like Neville?"
"Yes, Neville will do."
"I'm not awkward and naïve!"
"So, Ron, you should stay yourself and act like Neville," Ginny concluded.
"But she knows the sneakier side of you!" Hermione argued, "You might scare her off if you behave too awkward."
"So, Ron, you should stay yourself and act like a mixture of Neville and Blaise," Ginny swiftly corrected herself.
"But I'm not a mixture of Neville and Blaise!" Ron cried out in exasperation. "And how can I remain myself and act like someone else at the same time? And I'm not awkward or naïve!"
"Sheesh," Ginny gave him an affronted look. "No need to get that loud. We were just trying to help you here."
"No, you weren't," Ron replied. "You were trying to make fun of me."
"That too," Ginny agreed.
"You really aren't naïve or awkward any more," Hermione admitted with awe. "You have been spending too much time with Slytherins!"
"Like you are any better," Ron retorted.
"We are becoming Slythendors!" Ginny exclaimed with realization. "Or Gryffirins?"
"Slythendors sounds better," Hermione said, and Ron nodded his acquiescence.
"Yay! We are Slythendors! Wheee!"
Don't say anything. She was in a bad mood before, Ron quickly mouthed to Hermione. But that was the wrong thing to mouth because now Hermione remembered that she had been in a bad mood before, as well, when she had been upset with Ginny for refusing her help with planning the lessons.
"I still think you should take a look at those books I brought you," she said, putting a swift end to Ginny's giddiness.
Ginny frowned, glared, and was about to humph, pout, or give an acid reply, but then she realized she was a Slythendor, and for a Slythendor there would always be a sneaky way.
"I really do appreciate you taking all this trouble to help me," she said amiably. "But I'd rather do it myself. I mean, I can't keep relying on you or anyone else forever. That was my mistake last time, letting Vinny do most of the work for me. But now I want to succeed on my own. You do understand it, don't you?"
"You do have a point," Hermione reluctantly agreed. "Just don't forget that there's no shame in asking for help."
"Of course," Ginny nodded, and because she was a true Slythendor, added, "I'd be happy to help you out with flying."
"F-flying?" Hermione started, caught off guard even though she should have seen it coming.
"I'd really love to have our first Quidditch match here soon," Ginny went on, smiling. "You should make an announcement tomorrow, about applying to the teams. Well, you have to choose the captains first, and they can pick the rest of the team. Just make sure you choose the best captains."
"Quidditch? But I don't know anything about Quidditch!" Hermione wailed, "I can be a Flying Instructor, I suppose, but Quidditch? No one said anything about Quidditch!"
"Of course we did," Ginny replied calmly. "It's elementary that the Flying Instructor referees the Quidditch matches. I mean, it goes without saying. You must know it, don't you?"
"Well... yes... I..."
"There are lots of nice books about Quidditch in the Library. And we are all ready to help you with everything. After all, there's no shame in asking for help. Just because I manage on my own doesn't mean you have to do the same. Everyone will understand that. I will, of course, work through all the material on my own, but we all know how hard flying is for you, I mean, it's practically the only thing you don't excel at, and no one would blame you for asking for all the help you can get. And our subjects, too, can't be compared at all. History of Magic – so I read a heap of books, pick out all the important parts, and find the best way to pass on all that important knowledge to young minds. But flying, flying is a wholly different matter. You have to climb on the broom, and you have to rise into the air. These two are totally incomparable, and we all know who of us has got the harder task."
"Ginny," Hermione finally cut her through, since Ginny had been so caught up in her nice little speech that she hadn't noticed her friend glaring at her through the whole second half of it. "I'm not that stupid."
"I'm just saying..."
"You are just challenging me to do this without any help."
"No," Ginny firmly denied the accusation. "I'm just making you feel guilty accepting help."
"You're evil!" Ron chose that moment to exclaim, half-admiringly.
"Thank you," Ginny beamed, utterly proud of herself and her actions.
"But you are too evil," he went on, not knowing when to stop. "I mean, of course Hermione can memorise every single Quidditch rule and technique there is, but getting on the broom and up into the air is entirely another matter. It's dangerous to do it without an expert's help and guidance."
"Are you saying I can't do it by myself?" Hermione's eyes narrowed at him, while Ginny's grin only widened.
"Of course you can't," Ron chuckled. "No offence, Hermione, but I've seen the way you fly. Or rather the way you avoid flying."
"For your knowledge," Hermione growled quite darkly. "I've done quite a bit of flying lately."
"I should ask Malfoy how he got you that far," Ron winked, "but I probably wouldn't want to know, heh, Hermione?"
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, caught between anger and shock.
"What?" Ron asked, sounding totally unaware of ever saying anything that might have explained her friend reacting like this.
"What is wrong with you?" Hermione demanded, choosing anger. "Why are you ganging up on me like this?"
"So you can tease and make fun of me, but I can't?"
"No, I... wait, you were making fun of me?" Hermione screeched, and with a start Ginny reluctantly realized that Daphne wasn't the only one around here capable of producing such ear-splitting sound.
"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" Ron smirked.
"I'll show you a bitch," she threatened. "Making fun of me, you... you..."
"Don't overexert yourself," Ginny muttered to herself, a bit surprised that Hermione had trouble finding a suitable word to use on Ron. Perhaps she simply had too many and didn't know which one to pick.
"You anathematized nincompoop!"
Not what I would have picked, Ginny thought, but it'll do.
It did. Whatever witty reply might have been on Ron's tongue, it stayed there for a while longer, as he frowned and tried to twist his mind around this particular insult.
"That's not the way to talk to your respected Headmaster," he said at last, slowly.
"That was a bad thing, right?" he asked then, just in case.
"Yes, it was," Hermione assured him while Ginny grew rather amused by all this, and even more when Ron suddenly jumped to his feet, rushed to the table, found a piece of parchment and a quill, and hurrying back to them asked Hermione to write it down for him, please, so that he could use it in the future on Blaise. Hermione gave him a small glare but complied.
"So you didn't mean it?" she asked. "You were just joking when you said I couldn't learn to fly by myself?"
"I'm sure you could, but don't. It's still dangerous. It's still better to have someone at least accompany you. Someone good with brooms. Like me, or Harry, or Malfoy if you must. Hey, Gin, how's Daphne on a broom?"
"I don't know, you better ask Dean," Ginny replied, a bit absently, as she was adding a few insults to the list for Ron. Bald hydra was one Daphne had used when speaking of Draco back in the time she was angry with him for him being angry with her for her turning his deadly boring soiree into a whirlpool disco, while putrefactive condyloid was her own creation. She didn't know exactly what a 'condyloid' was, but the chances were pretty high that the receiver of this insult wouldn't either.
"You have never seen her flying yourself?" Ron grew suspicious.
"Oh, you mean flying!" Ginny spoke in the tone that tried its best to make clear what sort of thing its speaker had had in mind, and quite succeeded. Hermione gave a slightly forced giggled while Ron's ears, having had the time to cool off, once again grew slightly pinkish.
"She isn't a big fan of Quidditch, I know, but I'm pretty sure she can fly. I guess you can conclude it from her saying that playing Quidditch is one of the dullest things one can do airborne."
"She's... not normal," Ron said after a short pause.
"And you realize it only now?" Ginny raised her brow.
"Good point," Ron conceded.
"It's not so bad we all have new friends, is it?" he spoke out. "We still have time for each other."
"You, respected Headmaster, might," Hermione rolled her eyes at the title. "But I've got classes to teach, and lessons to plan, and now I have to learn to fly..."
"Oh, stop the whining," Ginny snapped. "I know you have the whole year worth of lessons already planned out. All you have to do is go give them. And now with Draco taking one subject off you, you'll have enough free time to hang out with Ron more often than you wish."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron glared at his sister, who simply ignored him, focusing her gaze on a blushing Hermione.
Oh dear! she realized a bit too late. She does have a whole year worth of lessons planned out!
The trouble with ironizing Hermione was that sometimes, when you least expected it, it proved to be true, and you discovered things you wanted to know even less than what interesting things Daphne did on a broom.
Oh, who was she kidding? In truth she was quite curious about Daphne's broom-activities.
"I still have to adjust those plans," Hermione got defensive. "I have to monitor my students' progress, and adjust my plans and teaching strategy to that. And I still have to deal with this flying issue now."
"And worry about Draco giving Muggle Studies?" Ginny hazarded a guess.
"Well, not really," Hermione replied, albeit a bit hesitantly.
"Are you going to spy on his lesson?"
"What? Why would I... No, of course not. You think I should?"
"I think he'll do just spectacularly," Ginny announced, grinning.
"Of course he will," Ron agreed. "He knows that if he does anything wrong, you'll set his hair on fire. Again."
"It was an accident!" Hermione growled, "I told you."
"Of course it was," Ron quickly agreed, exchanging a glance with Ginny that spoke the opposite.
"I saw that," Hermione muttered darkly.
"I don't see why you have to be embarrassed about it," Ginny said.
"Yes," Ron nodded, "it's not like it's a bad thing."
"Pretty well done, if you ask me. You go girl!"
"Hmph!" Hermione huffed. "It's not fair. You two already ganged up on me once. Now it's time for me and Ron to gang up on you."
"We are Slythendors! Fairity is not in our dictionary! Grrr! Fear us!"
"Fairity?" Hermione snorted. "Oh, that I do believe."
"Hmm," was Ginny's only reply. "Here's your list of brilliant insults, Ron. Use it well."
"I plan to."
"Hey, let me see that," Hermione asked, reaching for the parchment, but before she managed to grab it, two things happened to stop her. First, Ron grabbed it first and held it out of her reach, and second, the door of the room banged open and in marched something quite murderous.
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed, brightening up instantly. "Where have you been? Having adventures without us?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Like something incredibly hazardous and exceptional just had to happened to Harry during these few hours he had spent on his own. Really, what were the odds of that?
"Yeah, Harry," she still quipped. "What's your tale? It better be good."
Harry wheeled around, staring at them with his eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
"Tail... good... adventure..." he managed to mutter, before his eyes suddenly narrowed and his mouth snapped shut.
"Damn that Daphne! I'm going to make pumpkin pies out of her!" he declared, and without another word marched right back out, once again banging the already suffered enough door.
The three people on the bed stayed frozen for an uncertain period of time, Ron's arm still stretched out with the parchment, and Hermione still reaching for it. Ginny, rendered immobile in a much duller posture, took it on herself to make the first comment.
"I didn't know Harry could make pumpkin pies," she stated.
"I knew he was having fun without us!" Ron declared.
Hermione reached a bit further and finally snatched the list of insults from his clutches, quickly going over it with her eyes.
"You know, some of these are very good," she admitted.
"Still, what made him quite that livid?" Ron inquired after a minute, when Hermione was busy memorising some very good insults.
"You heard him – Daphne," Ginny shrugged, quite happy with how the things were going towards the loud idiot getting what she deserved.
No one wakes up Ginny Potter on a Sunday morning and gets away unpunished.
No one.
Not even Daphne with her I'm-a-Slytherin-and-therefore-allowed-to-do-anything attitude. Although in Daphne's case, it was more like I'm-Daphne-and-therefore-I-do-what-I-want-damned-be-any-kind-of-allowing.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder what Daphne had done to make him angry enough to start displaying unexpected cooking skills.
Had there really been some kind of adventure? But just because he was Harry Potter didn't mean he had to be dragged into one of these the moment he stepped out of his room.
Of course, if he had been having fun without her, she would have to show him that trouble could find him even if he didn't step out of his room.
Shaking her curiosity off for the time being, Ginny joined her two friends fighting over a parchment of ingenious insults.
No one was forcing her out of the bed, she got to witness Hermione acting childish, and somewhere Daphne would soon have to face a furious Harry.
Ah, life was beautiful.
End Note: Well, that was the lazy chapter and with it the 5-chapters-long weekend ends. Next time it's back to business - teaching business, house-elf business (you haven't forgotten about those poor creatures working their little butts off making all those pancakes for Ron and taking care of all the domestic issues so that everyone else could lead their happy carefree sneaky lives, have you?), flying business, spying business... hmm, I better not tell you everything that's going to happen just yet. :P