A/N: It's me again! This chapter is a bit longer, and has some airy qualities to it. The loose ends will be explained in later chapters! Also, Mrs. Rowling said that there were 1,000 kids in Hogwarts, so I'm going to lessen that a bit from Voldemort attacks kay?
Dedication: This is dedicated to Sky Yagami (http://www.summer-dreams.net/) for plugging my fic on her blog! XD
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his inflated ego are property of JK Rowling, as are his very own flanks, Hermione and Ron. Other Harry-centric things you find in here belonging to her-belong to her! Not mine! ;.;
Stalking away from The Three Prat-Git-teers was always something Ginny loved doing, even if they never noticed. The three of them were horrible towards her, and they justified it by blaming her. They thought she didn't know what they said about her-she did. They thought she wouldn't mind-she did. They thought she would never get over her crush on Harry Potter-she did. Couldn't they once say something nice about her? Aside from the numerous compliments she got from Kara, Anoki, and Presencia, the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her was "Nice freckles Weasley!" which Draco Malfoy had shot at her during the halls when she was sick and looking pale, and they stood out more then usual.
She arrived at the Fat Lady soon, and muttered out a "Positivicious" before she could get into the common room. It didn't work. Letting out an infuriated sigh, she slammed her back against the wall, and slowly slid to the floor. The prefects ALWAYS changed their passwords on Hogsmeade weekends didn't they? Damn it all, damn it all! How was she going to find her spell, if her wand was up in her room? She surely wasn't going to look through this huge book for it!
After a few hours of waiting for someone to come by, she was relieved to see Neville Longbottom, another victim of Snape, walk out of the common room. Taking her chance, she jumped in before the portrait shut itself, only to be bombarded by a hoard of second years.
"Is it true?"
"Yeah yeah, is it true?"
"Is WHAT true?" Ginny cried.
"Is it true that you're dating Anoki Liben behind Kara Daintly's back?" The ring-leader of them all, Ni'ci asked.
"NO!" Ginny exclaimed, obviously very disturbed by the thought.
"Then why were you seen with him last week in the Muggle Studies room, ALL ALONE, while he was sweet talking you!" Lemon Carson said, stating more than questioning.
"Anoki is an actor," Ginny said, remembering the situation they spoke of, "and I was helping him with a scene from Shakespeare's 'The Tragedy of Romeo & Juliet!' you twits!"
Ginny rarely spoke out, especially towards younger girls, but enough was enough! Every week some sort of controversy was surrounding her. It seemed that people had no lives of their own, and made is sport to make up things about her and talk about her all the time. If she was as worthless as everyone said, why couldn't they ever stop talking about her?
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear little girls. It gets you into trouble." Ginny called over her shoulder, as she stomped up the stairs to her dorm, and collapsed on her bed.
Or at least she would have if the door wasn't locked.
"Why are all of you doors against me?! What did I ever do to you?" She yelled at the door, perturbed at being locked out of a room again.
Now wishing she carried her wand everywhere she went, she had to sit by the door. She wasn't going to go back down there, she couldn't face those girls again. Not after calling them 'twits'. Oh how'd they laugh at her if she asked them to do an "Alohamora" for her, since she'd stupidly left her own lying on her bed.
"Life sucks ass." Ginny mumbled.
"Oh it does?" Camptain Laurence asked.
Camptain was one of the Gryffindor Prefects from her year. They weren't exactly friends, but they'd never been like Ginny and Lora Dobbs, a Ravenclaw in her year; total and complete enemies.
"It does," Ginny sighed out, "It truly does. This is the second time I've gotten locked out of a room-and speaking of which, what is the password to the common rooms now?"
"It's 'Plumpolio Charms', and is it this door you're referring to that's locked?" She said, waving towards the door Ginny sat slumped against.
Nodding in verification, Ginny let out a disgruntled sigh, which quickly turned to a very disgruntled sigh as Camptain opened the door with ease-and no magic.
"How did you do that?!" Ginny cried out in awe.
"I turned the knob!" Replied Camptain, matter-of-factly.
"Oooh I hate you!" was Ginny's playful reply, as she ran into the room, setting the heavy book on the desk beside her bed.
Camptain followed her in, unbeknownst to Ginny. Camptain read the title of the book as Ginny fumbled under her bed, and flipped a few pages. She also managed to locate and read one of the few word-filled parchments on the desk.
Ginny arose from underneath her bed with her wand in hand, and was greeted by a visibly amazed Camptain.
"Ginny! Where did you copy these lines from?"
"What lines?" Ginny asked, confused, until which piece of parchment Camptain held registered in her mind, "Oh, I didn't copy that, it's all mine."
"Ginny! These are brill! However did you think of them?"
"I dunno," Ginny replied, modest as ever, "they just came to me."
"Do you write often?" Camptain questioned.
"As often as I can!" Ginny said, honest as ever.
"I do too," Camptain confessed, "but none of my stuff is ever as good as this, and I've hit a dry spell lately."
"Me too! I found that book by you on the table that has some spells for that! I'll tell Sera to hold it for you when I'm done."
"Sera?"
"Oh, silly me! Sera is Madame Pince. We're kinda on a first name basis."
"Ooh, how awesome! She looks so strict to me! How'd you get on her good side? She doesn't even like Hermione Granger, and that girl lives there!"
"Hmm..." Ginny paused, before continuing, "I wondered that myself. Sera says Hermione doesn't love to read because of her passion for the words-like I do. Hermione reads because she craves knowledge. Sera said that to crave knowledge like that is evil. She's a real Christian you know, and she thinks getting too smart is a sin. It's why she despises Slytherins."
"Huh?" Camptain asked, not knowing the connections between Slytherins and Christianity.
"Well, the snake tempted Eve into taking a bite of the apple on the tree of knowledge. That made her smart, which banished them from Eden. The Slytherin mascot is the snake."
"Oooh..."
"Plus, she's always got Ron and Harry in there, and the three of them are the noisiest people ever. Hermione has no respect for peace and quiet."
"You can say that again! We're all relaxing in the prefects bathrooms and she comes storming in, with Harry Potter in tow, yelling about somebody named Sniffles or Snuffles or Snuffie or something like that, and knocked me into the mock lava pits that heat up the water! Madame Pomphrey had me soaking in an ice bath for three weeks, and I never once got a sorry from her!"
Ginny fought the urge to giggle, remembering that even after those ice baths, Camptain still was very red. The girl had extremely sensitive skin, especially towards hot things-her family had vampire influence in their blood.
"Well, that's all nice and well, but I need to get started with this spell. It's a solitary sort of thing so...could you, ya know...go?"
"Oh yeah, sure of course!" Camptain said happily, bouncing out of the room.
Ginny thought the two of them could be friends if she wasn't always so damned happy and nosy.
Ginny pointed her wand at the book, and concentrated on spell she wanted. Soon the pages were flipping themselves until they were on pg. 105 of Spells. The two pages showed a beautiful woman in a flowing white gown on the left, and the spell on the right. The incantation wasn't a language she recognized, but she figured she could pull it off.
"Incantee l'ah shemba,
No amabade sholuah,
Ki'ded slimahr! Moklahle!"
Ginny looked up expectantly, waiting for the vision of beauty to appear before her. It didn't come. Instead, a voice was in her head. It was hers, but it wasn't. She was thinking it, but she wasn't. She knew that was the work of the Muses. So she cleared all extraenous thoughts, and listened to the voice.
'You need inspiration you do. I find that your muse is here, residing in the walls of this castle. Find him.'
And then it was gone.
---
Ginny sat down on her bed. her very own muse was here in Hogwarts! There were roughly 1,000 kids there usually, and less than that now since Tom attacked and killed Cedric Diggory two years ago. Ginny never thought of him as Voldemort or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or any of that nonsense. To her, ever since her first year, he was Tom. Tom Marvolo Riddle. He would always be Tom.
Sighing, she flipped the pages to the charms section. There, on the third page, was 'Locate Your Muse'. It was a pair of charmed glasses, dipped in a Musitity Potion. Your muse will emit a white glow if you have them on. She could transfigure the classes, and charm the herself, but the potion ingredients could only be found in a Master's personal set. And the only Master within a 300 mile radius was Severus Snape.
Ginny reviewed her options. She could do a Polyjuice Potion, and turn into a Slytherin so she could ask, or she could break in. Breaking in seemed like the better option since Polyjuice Potion ingredients didn't come cheap. So either way, she'd be breaking into Snape's room for some Spellpower.
She decided for the glasses first. She picked up a pillow, and transfigured it into the wire framed glasses she saw on Kara everyday. With a "Rosacious Clearous" she had rose coloured glasses. Now she just needed to dip them in the Musitity Potion, and she would find her muse...as soon as she got Harry's invisibility cloak...
She knew she couldn't talk to Wonderboy, as the wonderful three still considered her Little Ginny Weasley, harmless and scared, crushing on Harry Potter. Them, and every other damned student in that bloody school, except for the three who knew her best; Kara Daintly, Anoki Liben, and Ember Porter, now known as Presencia, since Ember seemed too plain for an artist (which Ginny thought was simply preposterous-she'd kill for a name like Ember!).
All of this went through her head as she crept down the stairs to the common rooms. There sat the three, off in their own corner. Searching the area, she found the table nearby was see through in one area. Bingo!
Creeping over there, being as quiet as possible as to not alert the gits someone was near, she stealthily grabbed the cloak.
"Hey Ginny, what're you doing?" Harry's voice said, seemingly pounding in her ears.
D.S. Moony-I have too! She just seems very artistic doesn't she?
Spazzy-A good ew? ^^; Never had one of those before…
Night Spirit-I'm glad you liked it! I finished this chapter ASAP, sorry if it sucked!
Dedication: This is dedicated to Sky Yagami (http://www.summer-dreams.net/) for plugging my fic on her blog! XD
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his inflated ego are property of JK Rowling, as are his very own flanks, Hermione and Ron. Other Harry-centric things you find in here belonging to her-belong to her! Not mine! ;.;
Stalking away from The Three Prat-Git-teers was always something Ginny loved doing, even if they never noticed. The three of them were horrible towards her, and they justified it by blaming her. They thought she didn't know what they said about her-she did. They thought she wouldn't mind-she did. They thought she would never get over her crush on Harry Potter-she did. Couldn't they once say something nice about her? Aside from the numerous compliments she got from Kara, Anoki, and Presencia, the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her was "Nice freckles Weasley!" which Draco Malfoy had shot at her during the halls when she was sick and looking pale, and they stood out more then usual.
She arrived at the Fat Lady soon, and muttered out a "Positivicious" before she could get into the common room. It didn't work. Letting out an infuriated sigh, she slammed her back against the wall, and slowly slid to the floor. The prefects ALWAYS changed their passwords on Hogsmeade weekends didn't they? Damn it all, damn it all! How was she going to find her spell, if her wand was up in her room? She surely wasn't going to look through this huge book for it!
After a few hours of waiting for someone to come by, she was relieved to see Neville Longbottom, another victim of Snape, walk out of the common room. Taking her chance, she jumped in before the portrait shut itself, only to be bombarded by a hoard of second years.
"Is it true?"
"Yeah yeah, is it true?"
"Is WHAT true?" Ginny cried.
"Is it true that you're dating Anoki Liben behind Kara Daintly's back?" The ring-leader of them all, Ni'ci asked.
"NO!" Ginny exclaimed, obviously very disturbed by the thought.
"Then why were you seen with him last week in the Muggle Studies room, ALL ALONE, while he was sweet talking you!" Lemon Carson said, stating more than questioning.
"Anoki is an actor," Ginny said, remembering the situation they spoke of, "and I was helping him with a scene from Shakespeare's 'The Tragedy of Romeo & Juliet!' you twits!"
Ginny rarely spoke out, especially towards younger girls, but enough was enough! Every week some sort of controversy was surrounding her. It seemed that people had no lives of their own, and made is sport to make up things about her and talk about her all the time. If she was as worthless as everyone said, why couldn't they ever stop talking about her?
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear little girls. It gets you into trouble." Ginny called over her shoulder, as she stomped up the stairs to her dorm, and collapsed on her bed.
Or at least she would have if the door wasn't locked.
"Why are all of you doors against me?! What did I ever do to you?" She yelled at the door, perturbed at being locked out of a room again.
Now wishing she carried her wand everywhere she went, she had to sit by the door. She wasn't going to go back down there, she couldn't face those girls again. Not after calling them 'twits'. Oh how'd they laugh at her if she asked them to do an "Alohamora" for her, since she'd stupidly left her own lying on her bed.
"Life sucks ass." Ginny mumbled.
"Oh it does?" Camptain Laurence asked.
Camptain was one of the Gryffindor Prefects from her year. They weren't exactly friends, but they'd never been like Ginny and Lora Dobbs, a Ravenclaw in her year; total and complete enemies.
"It does," Ginny sighed out, "It truly does. This is the second time I've gotten locked out of a room-and speaking of which, what is the password to the common rooms now?"
"It's 'Plumpolio Charms', and is it this door you're referring to that's locked?" She said, waving towards the door Ginny sat slumped against.
Nodding in verification, Ginny let out a disgruntled sigh, which quickly turned to a very disgruntled sigh as Camptain opened the door with ease-and no magic.
"How did you do that?!" Ginny cried out in awe.
"I turned the knob!" Replied Camptain, matter-of-factly.
"Oooh I hate you!" was Ginny's playful reply, as she ran into the room, setting the heavy book on the desk beside her bed.
Camptain followed her in, unbeknownst to Ginny. Camptain read the title of the book as Ginny fumbled under her bed, and flipped a few pages. She also managed to locate and read one of the few word-filled parchments on the desk.
Ginny arose from underneath her bed with her wand in hand, and was greeted by a visibly amazed Camptain.
"Ginny! Where did you copy these lines from?"
"What lines?" Ginny asked, confused, until which piece of parchment Camptain held registered in her mind, "Oh, I didn't copy that, it's all mine."
"Ginny! These are brill! However did you think of them?"
"I dunno," Ginny replied, modest as ever, "they just came to me."
"Do you write often?" Camptain questioned.
"As often as I can!" Ginny said, honest as ever.
"I do too," Camptain confessed, "but none of my stuff is ever as good as this, and I've hit a dry spell lately."
"Me too! I found that book by you on the table that has some spells for that! I'll tell Sera to hold it for you when I'm done."
"Sera?"
"Oh, silly me! Sera is Madame Pince. We're kinda on a first name basis."
"Ooh, how awesome! She looks so strict to me! How'd you get on her good side? She doesn't even like Hermione Granger, and that girl lives there!"
"Hmm..." Ginny paused, before continuing, "I wondered that myself. Sera says Hermione doesn't love to read because of her passion for the words-like I do. Hermione reads because she craves knowledge. Sera said that to crave knowledge like that is evil. She's a real Christian you know, and she thinks getting too smart is a sin. It's why she despises Slytherins."
"Huh?" Camptain asked, not knowing the connections between Slytherins and Christianity.
"Well, the snake tempted Eve into taking a bite of the apple on the tree of knowledge. That made her smart, which banished them from Eden. The Slytherin mascot is the snake."
"Oooh..."
"Plus, she's always got Ron and Harry in there, and the three of them are the noisiest people ever. Hermione has no respect for peace and quiet."
"You can say that again! We're all relaxing in the prefects bathrooms and she comes storming in, with Harry Potter in tow, yelling about somebody named Sniffles or Snuffles or Snuffie or something like that, and knocked me into the mock lava pits that heat up the water! Madame Pomphrey had me soaking in an ice bath for three weeks, and I never once got a sorry from her!"
Ginny fought the urge to giggle, remembering that even after those ice baths, Camptain still was very red. The girl had extremely sensitive skin, especially towards hot things-her family had vampire influence in their blood.
"Well, that's all nice and well, but I need to get started with this spell. It's a solitary sort of thing so...could you, ya know...go?"
"Oh yeah, sure of course!" Camptain said happily, bouncing out of the room.
Ginny thought the two of them could be friends if she wasn't always so damned happy and nosy.
Ginny pointed her wand at the book, and concentrated on spell she wanted. Soon the pages were flipping themselves until they were on pg. 105 of Spells. The two pages showed a beautiful woman in a flowing white gown on the left, and the spell on the right. The incantation wasn't a language she recognized, but she figured she could pull it off.
"Incantee l'ah shemba,
No amabade sholuah,
Ki'ded slimahr! Moklahle!"
Ginny looked up expectantly, waiting for the vision of beauty to appear before her. It didn't come. Instead, a voice was in her head. It was hers, but it wasn't. She was thinking it, but she wasn't. She knew that was the work of the Muses. So she cleared all extraenous thoughts, and listened to the voice.
'You need inspiration you do. I find that your muse is here, residing in the walls of this castle. Find him.'
And then it was gone.
---
Ginny sat down on her bed. her very own muse was here in Hogwarts! There were roughly 1,000 kids there usually, and less than that now since Tom attacked and killed Cedric Diggory two years ago. Ginny never thought of him as Voldemort or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or any of that nonsense. To her, ever since her first year, he was Tom. Tom Marvolo Riddle. He would always be Tom.
Sighing, she flipped the pages to the charms section. There, on the third page, was 'Locate Your Muse'. It was a pair of charmed glasses, dipped in a Musitity Potion. Your muse will emit a white glow if you have them on. She could transfigure the classes, and charm the herself, but the potion ingredients could only be found in a Master's personal set. And the only Master within a 300 mile radius was Severus Snape.
Ginny reviewed her options. She could do a Polyjuice Potion, and turn into a Slytherin so she could ask, or she could break in. Breaking in seemed like the better option since Polyjuice Potion ingredients didn't come cheap. So either way, she'd be breaking into Snape's room for some Spellpower.
She decided for the glasses first. She picked up a pillow, and transfigured it into the wire framed glasses she saw on Kara everyday. With a "Rosacious Clearous" she had rose coloured glasses. Now she just needed to dip them in the Musitity Potion, and she would find her muse...as soon as she got Harry's invisibility cloak...
She knew she couldn't talk to Wonderboy, as the wonderful three still considered her Little Ginny Weasley, harmless and scared, crushing on Harry Potter. Them, and every other damned student in that bloody school, except for the three who knew her best; Kara Daintly, Anoki Liben, and Ember Porter, now known as Presencia, since Ember seemed too plain for an artist (which Ginny thought was simply preposterous-she'd kill for a name like Ember!).
All of this went through her head as she crept down the stairs to the common rooms. There sat the three, off in their own corner. Searching the area, she found the table nearby was see through in one area. Bingo!
Creeping over there, being as quiet as possible as to not alert the gits someone was near, she stealthily grabbed the cloak.
"Hey Ginny, what're you doing?" Harry's voice said, seemingly pounding in her ears.
D.S. Moony-I have too! She just seems very artistic doesn't she?
Spazzy-A good ew? ^^; Never had one of those before…
Night Spirit-I'm glad you liked it! I finished this chapter ASAP, sorry if it sucked!