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Chapter 2: Breakfast and Charms Class
Ginny walked slowly and quietly toward the Great Hall, with her eyes on the floor. Everything around her seemed to be a blur, and Ginny wanted nothing more then to lay down somewhere, curl up, and sleep peacefully. Ginny heard the echo of voices chattering animatedly and excitedly in the Great Hall, and Ginny sorely wished that she could be as cheerful as the rest of the students. Putting on a fake smile, Ginny sped up her pace and entered the Great Hall. She should at least attempt to be happy.
The first day of classes was always a day that Ginny enjoyed. She was always happy being with her friends, and she loved talking away with them about Quidditch, boys, and which class they thought was the most boring. But today was different. Ginny wanted to be happy, but thanks to Dean, she couldn't help but be a miserable and tired prat. But she couldn't let anyone know that, so Ginny made her fake smile even wider. However, Ginny stopped smiling when she saw Dean. Dean was absorbed in an interesting chat with Lavender, who was twirling her blonde hair and giggling like an empty- headed schoolgirl. Ginny scowled angrily at Lavender, and sat abruptly at the end of the Gryffindor table. She immediately decided that she just wanted to be alone, and be as far away from Lavender and Dean as she possibly could.
"Showoff." Ginny mumbled crossly as she heard Lavender let out a loud, and quite fake sounding shriek of laughter.
"Hello Ginny!" came a very pleasant sounding voice, "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"
Ginny stopped glaring at Lavender and Dean for a brief moment, and saw Hermione grinning down at her. Ginny rolled her eyes impatiently, and wished that she could be left alone to think. She knew that Hermione always meant well, but Ginny wished that she wouldn't waste her precious time trying to cheer her up. Ginny just wanted to be alone. Was that too much to ask for?
Ginny's scowl deepened, "If you really want to, then I suppose you can sit here. Why aren't you sitting with Ron and Harry? They are your friends after all."
Hermione's huge grin faltered a little, but she still retained her pleasant voice as she said, "Well, I decided to let Ron and Harry talk about Quidditch for awhile. You know, I never like talking about Quidditch. And anyway, I made an effort to write to Ron and Harry all summer while I was in France. I need to catch up on things with you, Ginny."
Ginny mumbled something incoherently, and Hermione took this as a sign to sit down. Ginny sighed, and knew that she would have to put up with Hermione's company until breakfast was over. She would think about her predicament later.
Hermione smiled some more and said, "You look quite down, Ginny. Are you feeling well? Earlier this morning you looked sick. Is there something wrong?"
Ginny rolled her eyes at all of these annoying questions, "I am feeling fine."
"Oh." Hermione said quickly, "Okay. I was just checking."
For a few minutes the two girls ate their breakfast in silence. Ginny gripped onto her fork tightly as she ate her pancakes slowly. If she had her way, Ginny would walk right over to Dean and Lavender, and smack them across their thick heads with the sticky fork. Ginny smirked devilishly when she thought of that, but stopped when she noticed Hermione looking at her, her mouth slightly agape. "Yes, Hermione. What is it?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows, and replied, "You had the creepiest expression on your face for a moment.I am sorry Ginny, that sounded so rude."
Ginny snickered, "Oh no, Hermione. I have had people say much ruder things than that to me. No worries."
Hermione sighed, in a relieved sort of way, "Oh good. At first I thought I had really offended you by saying that. Sometimes I have a tendency to say stupid things before I have a chance to think about them."
Ginny was amused, "I am surprised that someone like you would have that bad habit. Aren't you always cautious and thinking about every little thing?"
"Well, most of the time," Hermione said, her eyes twinkling, "But sometimes the words just come out before I can stop them."
Ginny giggled, and soon she pushed thoughts about Dean and Lavender out of her mind. The two girls went into deep conversation about classes, and what they hoped to accomplish this year. "I really want to be a Chaser on the Gryffindor Team this year!" Ginny said excitedly, "I have been practicing all summer, and I really really hope that I make the team!"
"I am sure you will," Hermione replied, "Harry is the Captain of the Gryffindor Team, and he knows what a talented player you are."
Ginny blushed slightly, and was about to reply, but Hermione began to gather up her books and quills. Ginny frowned slightly, "Leaving?"
"Sadly, yes." Hermione said as she adjusted her prefect badge, "The first class of the day is Potions.with Professor Snape, and all of the 'lovely' Slytherins. I can't afford to be late. But we will talk during lunch, okay Ginny?"
Ginny nodded, and watched Hermione walk to the other end of the Gryffindor table to force Ron and Harry to cut their breakfast short, and hurry to Potions class with her. Ginny couldn't suppress a grin as she saw the annoyed look on Ron's face as Hermione was telling him to stop eating like a pig.
"Thank you, Hermione." Ginny said under her breath as she continued to eat her pancakes.
**
A few hours later however, Ginny's bad mood resurfaced. Charms with the Ravenclaws turned out to be a living nightmare. The work grew exceedingly harder, and there was no possible way of staying awake, even when Luna Lovegood repeatedly poked her in the back with her wand. Ginny turned around and glared at the spacey girl with long dirty blonde hair, who was sitting behind her, "Knock it off."
Luna grinned in that strange way of hers and whispered, "But you have to pay attention. Don't fall into 'Dream Land' during class. You want to do well on your O.W.L.S."
"As if I need a reminding of that on a day like this," Ginny mumbled under her breath as she watched Professor Flitwick write down several complicated notes. Ginny turned away from Luna and stared at the notes that Professor Flitwick was writing, but all of the words appeared to be a huge blur. Ginny suddenly yawned loudly, much more loudly then she intended to. Professor Flitwick ceased writing notes, and looked over in Ginny's direction, "Is there a problem, Miss Weasley?"
Ginny blushed as she felt the eyes of her classmates stare at her. "No, sir." Ginny mumbled, as she made an attempt to ignore Luna's stifled giggles, "Everything is fine."
As Professor Flitwick continued to write, Ginny turned around and glared at Luna, who was staring at Ginny in a distant sort of way. "That was not funny, Luna." Ginny growled under her breath, "Not funny at all."
Luna twirled her quill delicately in her fingers, "What's not funny?"
"Laughing at my embarrassment like that, you twit!" Ginny snarled a little too loudly. Again Professor Flitwick stopped writing notes, and all of the students looked at Ginny, who was turning an even deeper shade of red then before.
Professor Flitwick had lost his patience, "Miss Weasley this is the second time in a matter of a few moments that you have disturbed my class. First with yawning, and now with talking to Miss Lovegood. Don't make me give a detention on the very first day of class. That would be very unfortunate. Don't disturb the class again. This is your last warning."
"Yes, sir." Ginny said while lowering her eyes to her piece of parchment that had a few scribbled notes on it. As Professor Flitwick continued to lecture and give notes, Ginny felt her eyelids grow very heavy. Ginny wished that she could just stand and leave Charms class, and go to sleep, but she would definitely receive a detention if that were the case.
Ginny sat up, made an effort to keep her eyes open, and take notes. It would be lunchtime soon, and then she could talk with Hermione about becoming the star Chaser of the Gryffindor Team. Or maybe perhaps Hermione could give her some advice on getting more sleep at night to prevent further embarrassment. With that thought in mind, Ginny tried to pay attention, and hoped that lunch would arrive very very soon.
**
There is the second chapter. Sorry if it took a little long to post it. I hoped you liked it. Reviews and other comments are very much appreciated.
--Sparkles of Light
Chapter 2: Breakfast and Charms Class
Ginny walked slowly and quietly toward the Great Hall, with her eyes on the floor. Everything around her seemed to be a blur, and Ginny wanted nothing more then to lay down somewhere, curl up, and sleep peacefully. Ginny heard the echo of voices chattering animatedly and excitedly in the Great Hall, and Ginny sorely wished that she could be as cheerful as the rest of the students. Putting on a fake smile, Ginny sped up her pace and entered the Great Hall. She should at least attempt to be happy.
The first day of classes was always a day that Ginny enjoyed. She was always happy being with her friends, and she loved talking away with them about Quidditch, boys, and which class they thought was the most boring. But today was different. Ginny wanted to be happy, but thanks to Dean, she couldn't help but be a miserable and tired prat. But she couldn't let anyone know that, so Ginny made her fake smile even wider. However, Ginny stopped smiling when she saw Dean. Dean was absorbed in an interesting chat with Lavender, who was twirling her blonde hair and giggling like an empty- headed schoolgirl. Ginny scowled angrily at Lavender, and sat abruptly at the end of the Gryffindor table. She immediately decided that she just wanted to be alone, and be as far away from Lavender and Dean as she possibly could.
"Showoff." Ginny mumbled crossly as she heard Lavender let out a loud, and quite fake sounding shriek of laughter.
"Hello Ginny!" came a very pleasant sounding voice, "Do you mind if I sit next to you?"
Ginny stopped glaring at Lavender and Dean for a brief moment, and saw Hermione grinning down at her. Ginny rolled her eyes impatiently, and wished that she could be left alone to think. She knew that Hermione always meant well, but Ginny wished that she wouldn't waste her precious time trying to cheer her up. Ginny just wanted to be alone. Was that too much to ask for?
Ginny's scowl deepened, "If you really want to, then I suppose you can sit here. Why aren't you sitting with Ron and Harry? They are your friends after all."
Hermione's huge grin faltered a little, but she still retained her pleasant voice as she said, "Well, I decided to let Ron and Harry talk about Quidditch for awhile. You know, I never like talking about Quidditch. And anyway, I made an effort to write to Ron and Harry all summer while I was in France. I need to catch up on things with you, Ginny."
Ginny mumbled something incoherently, and Hermione took this as a sign to sit down. Ginny sighed, and knew that she would have to put up with Hermione's company until breakfast was over. She would think about her predicament later.
Hermione smiled some more and said, "You look quite down, Ginny. Are you feeling well? Earlier this morning you looked sick. Is there something wrong?"
Ginny rolled her eyes at all of these annoying questions, "I am feeling fine."
"Oh." Hermione said quickly, "Okay. I was just checking."
For a few minutes the two girls ate their breakfast in silence. Ginny gripped onto her fork tightly as she ate her pancakes slowly. If she had her way, Ginny would walk right over to Dean and Lavender, and smack them across their thick heads with the sticky fork. Ginny smirked devilishly when she thought of that, but stopped when she noticed Hermione looking at her, her mouth slightly agape. "Yes, Hermione. What is it?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows, and replied, "You had the creepiest expression on your face for a moment.I am sorry Ginny, that sounded so rude."
Ginny snickered, "Oh no, Hermione. I have had people say much ruder things than that to me. No worries."
Hermione sighed, in a relieved sort of way, "Oh good. At first I thought I had really offended you by saying that. Sometimes I have a tendency to say stupid things before I have a chance to think about them."
Ginny was amused, "I am surprised that someone like you would have that bad habit. Aren't you always cautious and thinking about every little thing?"
"Well, most of the time," Hermione said, her eyes twinkling, "But sometimes the words just come out before I can stop them."
Ginny giggled, and soon she pushed thoughts about Dean and Lavender out of her mind. The two girls went into deep conversation about classes, and what they hoped to accomplish this year. "I really want to be a Chaser on the Gryffindor Team this year!" Ginny said excitedly, "I have been practicing all summer, and I really really hope that I make the team!"
"I am sure you will," Hermione replied, "Harry is the Captain of the Gryffindor Team, and he knows what a talented player you are."
Ginny blushed slightly, and was about to reply, but Hermione began to gather up her books and quills. Ginny frowned slightly, "Leaving?"
"Sadly, yes." Hermione said as she adjusted her prefect badge, "The first class of the day is Potions.with Professor Snape, and all of the 'lovely' Slytherins. I can't afford to be late. But we will talk during lunch, okay Ginny?"
Ginny nodded, and watched Hermione walk to the other end of the Gryffindor table to force Ron and Harry to cut their breakfast short, and hurry to Potions class with her. Ginny couldn't suppress a grin as she saw the annoyed look on Ron's face as Hermione was telling him to stop eating like a pig.
"Thank you, Hermione." Ginny said under her breath as she continued to eat her pancakes.
**
A few hours later however, Ginny's bad mood resurfaced. Charms with the Ravenclaws turned out to be a living nightmare. The work grew exceedingly harder, and there was no possible way of staying awake, even when Luna Lovegood repeatedly poked her in the back with her wand. Ginny turned around and glared at the spacey girl with long dirty blonde hair, who was sitting behind her, "Knock it off."
Luna grinned in that strange way of hers and whispered, "But you have to pay attention. Don't fall into 'Dream Land' during class. You want to do well on your O.W.L.S."
"As if I need a reminding of that on a day like this," Ginny mumbled under her breath as she watched Professor Flitwick write down several complicated notes. Ginny turned away from Luna and stared at the notes that Professor Flitwick was writing, but all of the words appeared to be a huge blur. Ginny suddenly yawned loudly, much more loudly then she intended to. Professor Flitwick ceased writing notes, and looked over in Ginny's direction, "Is there a problem, Miss Weasley?"
Ginny blushed as she felt the eyes of her classmates stare at her. "No, sir." Ginny mumbled, as she made an attempt to ignore Luna's stifled giggles, "Everything is fine."
As Professor Flitwick continued to write, Ginny turned around and glared at Luna, who was staring at Ginny in a distant sort of way. "That was not funny, Luna." Ginny growled under her breath, "Not funny at all."
Luna twirled her quill delicately in her fingers, "What's not funny?"
"Laughing at my embarrassment like that, you twit!" Ginny snarled a little too loudly. Again Professor Flitwick stopped writing notes, and all of the students looked at Ginny, who was turning an even deeper shade of red then before.
Professor Flitwick had lost his patience, "Miss Weasley this is the second time in a matter of a few moments that you have disturbed my class. First with yawning, and now with talking to Miss Lovegood. Don't make me give a detention on the very first day of class. That would be very unfortunate. Don't disturb the class again. This is your last warning."
"Yes, sir." Ginny said while lowering her eyes to her piece of parchment that had a few scribbled notes on it. As Professor Flitwick continued to lecture and give notes, Ginny felt her eyelids grow very heavy. Ginny wished that she could just stand and leave Charms class, and go to sleep, but she would definitely receive a detention if that were the case.
Ginny sat up, made an effort to keep her eyes open, and take notes. It would be lunchtime soon, and then she could talk with Hermione about becoming the star Chaser of the Gryffindor Team. Or maybe perhaps Hermione could give her some advice on getting more sleep at night to prevent further embarrassment. With that thought in mind, Ginny tried to pay attention, and hoped that lunch would arrive very very soon.
**
There is the second chapter. Sorry if it took a little long to post it. I hoped you liked it. Reviews and other comments are very much appreciated.
--Sparkles of Light