Ginny wiped her brow. This practice seemed never to end.
Usually the youngest Weasley was perfectly content to whiz away the hours on the Quidditch pitch. The freedom of flight was exhilarating to her and her skills helped her bring herself out of her brother's illustrious shadows. She prided herself on being Virginia in her own right, not just Ron's baby sister Ginny but as a valuable person in herself. Her Quidditch prowess was her favorite aspect of that. Today however, the team seemed unusually dispirited. Concentration was lacking among players in all years and Ginny thought perhaps she knew the cause-MEANY. McGonagall's well-intended if ill-advised program was making everyone at Hogwarts (save Dumbledore and its blissfully, perhaps even willfully ignorant creator) absolutely miserable. Too miserable, it seemed to apply themselves to their former favorite hobbies with any energy whatsoever. Even Professor Snape was off his game, managing to average only one bitterly pithy comment per class. "Guys, I think we've accomplished all we will for today-let's head in." Clearly Alicia, the team captain was of seeing precisely what Ginny was; a group of weary, defeated heads.
After showering and dressing in the locker room, Ginny made her way to the library. She and Hermione had become extraordinarily close in recent years and they spent many a waking hour together. They often studied with each other, making the hours fly by but still accomplishing much. Ginny searched the stacks for the sight of Herm's brown hair but, for once, did not find it. Then it hit her-Hermione had to study with her TORTURE from here on out. She had known it, of course, but the full ramifications were just hitting her. That meant.Hermione was with Malfoy!
Usually the youngest Weasley was perfectly content to whiz away the hours on the Quidditch pitch. The freedom of flight was exhilarating to her and her skills helped her bring herself out of her brother's illustrious shadows. She prided herself on being Virginia in her own right, not just Ron's baby sister Ginny but as a valuable person in herself. Her Quidditch prowess was her favorite aspect of that. Today however, the team seemed unusually dispirited. Concentration was lacking among players in all years and Ginny thought perhaps she knew the cause-MEANY. McGonagall's well-intended if ill-advised program was making everyone at Hogwarts (save Dumbledore and its blissfully, perhaps even willfully ignorant creator) absolutely miserable. Too miserable, it seemed to apply themselves to their former favorite hobbies with any energy whatsoever. Even Professor Snape was off his game, managing to average only one bitterly pithy comment per class. "Guys, I think we've accomplished all we will for today-let's head in." Clearly Alicia, the team captain was of seeing precisely what Ginny was; a group of weary, defeated heads.
After showering and dressing in the locker room, Ginny made her way to the library. She and Hermione had become extraordinarily close in recent years and they spent many a waking hour together. They often studied with each other, making the hours fly by but still accomplishing much. Ginny searched the stacks for the sight of Herm's brown hair but, for once, did not find it. Then it hit her-Hermione had to study with her TORTURE from here on out. She had known it, of course, but the full ramifications were just hitting her. That meant.Hermione was with Malfoy!