"Hey, Ginny!" Fred hollered to this baby sister. "Whatcha working on?" Fred and George sidled up next to Ginny where she was reading in the Gryffindor common room.
"Just trying to learn these transfiguration wand movements," she answered disinterestedly continuing to stare down at the page. This time she was determined not to rise to the twins' bait, but Ginny was secretly happy that her brothers were paying some attention to her. Her first year at Hogwarts had not been anything like she expected. Her brothers were generally too busy with their own pursuits to be bothered with her. Not that they were mean, exactly, but still. She'd been lonely. She had struggled to connect with the other first-year Gryffindor girls, probably because she had grown up with her brothers and felt awkward with the girls. Luna was the exception since they'd known each other for years, but their schedules didn't overlap much so they had precious little time together.
"Ohhh, we thought you might be preparing your Valentines," Fred remarked.
"I bet there are loads of boys that are just waiting to receive a Valentine from you," George continued.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I doubt it."
"Come on, you're brilliant! Who are the lucky boys who will receive your Valentines?" Fred pushed.
"No one because I'm not sending any."
"You're not scared to send them are you?" Fred goaded while George stood at his shoulder.
"Of course not! I'm not scared of anything!" she defiantly declared.
"Then, of course, you'll be sending one to Harry, right?" George moved in for the kill.
Ginny realized that she'd been hustled. The twins were trying to catch her in their net just to take the mickey out of her and she fell for it. But Ginny Weasley was not one to back down from a challenge. She would at least save face in front of her brothers. She squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, looked the twins straight in the face, and smiled. "Of course. He's at the top of my list."
"Aces! We can wait to see what kind of Valentine you send him. We'll be watching for it." Fred smirked.
Today's prompt is O73.
You've dared me to do this as a joke, but there's no way I'm backing out now.
"And a little tip from me, Ginny girl. Boys love rhymes about how handsome they are. Maybe you could come up with something about Harry's bright green eyes?" suggested George. "We'll let you get to it." The two turned and walked away sniggering.
Ginny sighed. What had she gotten herself into? She best start on his Valentine. Harry did have beautiful green eyes. They had always reminded her of pickled toad, but only when it was freshly pickled. The older pickled toad tended to fade in color, but Harry's eyes never faded. She started to write her Valentine's Day poem for Harry Potter.
His eyes are as green as fresh pickled toad.
A/N: So, this is writing very young Ginny, which is something I've never done before. I hope you like it! And thank you to my beta for telling me not to worry so much because half the time I never think it's good enough. lol