Disclaimer: I realise that I did not put one of these on my first chapter,
so here it is: I do not, unfortunately, own the world of Harry Potter and
all of his friends and acquantances. But I do visit every so often to play
around and confuse them with my own adventures.
A/N: I noticed that my italics don't work. Darn. Well, I'm going to use asterisks instead. For those of you who find those annoying, I apologise profusely. Oh, and any suggestions on how to fix that are welcome! Thanks to all my dear reviewers!
Chapter 2: Trouble in Class
*... the sun is out this morning. It looks so strange, like I have never seen it before. But it's really been only three months. There's so much color and brightness. I never want to see black and gray again. I want this color to stay.*
Ginny woke to the strange musings of the Voice. It sounded so curious and innocent. 'Imagine feeling like you've never seen the sun!' she thought, dismayed. Yawning, she looked at her Muggle clock. Unfortunately, the owner of the voice was an early riser. 'Well, I guess it's time for me to become one too.' She climbed out of bed and got ready for the day.
The voice was quiet until the middle of Potions, the very worst time to be hearing voices, especially for Ginny, being a Gryffindor and a Weasley.
The voice sighed. *There's perfect Potter and his little admirers. Bet he has nothing to worry about. He probably had the best summer out of everyone. Wish I could be that carefree.*
'Ah, so our dear voice is jealous!' Ginny though triumphantly. However, her feelings showed on her face and Snape noticed.
"Miss Weasley," he chided, his usual smirk in place, "Need I remind you that the holidays are over and everyone except you are in class. Can't afford to get behind on the first day."
"Sorry, Professor, it won't happen again," Ginny apologized, avoiding eye contact. Snape had always scared her, almost as much as Lucius Malfoy.
"I should think not," he growled and swept away, continuing his lecture on Forgetfulness Potions. Ginny sighed. That couldn't have been good! She carefully concentrated the rest of the lesson, determined not to let Snape or the Voice get the better of her.
That afternoon in Transfiguration, however, Professor McGonagall was *not* pleased at all. "Miss Weasley!" she exclaimed, "For the last time, please keep your comments to yourself!"
Ginny nodded and blushed embarrassedly. Without thinking, she had replied loudly to something the Voice had said. Unfortunately, that reply had been somewhat rude and quite out of place in a Transfiguration lesson. The entire class had burst into fits of laughter. Ginny left the room later feeling very stupid indeed.
A/N 2: Sorry that was a bit short. The next one is longer, I promise. Review please!
A/N: I noticed that my italics don't work. Darn. Well, I'm going to use asterisks instead. For those of you who find those annoying, I apologise profusely. Oh, and any suggestions on how to fix that are welcome! Thanks to all my dear reviewers!
Chapter 2: Trouble in Class
*... the sun is out this morning. It looks so strange, like I have never seen it before. But it's really been only three months. There's so much color and brightness. I never want to see black and gray again. I want this color to stay.*
Ginny woke to the strange musings of the Voice. It sounded so curious and innocent. 'Imagine feeling like you've never seen the sun!' she thought, dismayed. Yawning, she looked at her Muggle clock. Unfortunately, the owner of the voice was an early riser. 'Well, I guess it's time for me to become one too.' She climbed out of bed and got ready for the day.
The voice was quiet until the middle of Potions, the very worst time to be hearing voices, especially for Ginny, being a Gryffindor and a Weasley.
The voice sighed. *There's perfect Potter and his little admirers. Bet he has nothing to worry about. He probably had the best summer out of everyone. Wish I could be that carefree.*
'Ah, so our dear voice is jealous!' Ginny though triumphantly. However, her feelings showed on her face and Snape noticed.
"Miss Weasley," he chided, his usual smirk in place, "Need I remind you that the holidays are over and everyone except you are in class. Can't afford to get behind on the first day."
"Sorry, Professor, it won't happen again," Ginny apologized, avoiding eye contact. Snape had always scared her, almost as much as Lucius Malfoy.
"I should think not," he growled and swept away, continuing his lecture on Forgetfulness Potions. Ginny sighed. That couldn't have been good! She carefully concentrated the rest of the lesson, determined not to let Snape or the Voice get the better of her.
That afternoon in Transfiguration, however, Professor McGonagall was *not* pleased at all. "Miss Weasley!" she exclaimed, "For the last time, please keep your comments to yourself!"
Ginny nodded and blushed embarrassedly. Without thinking, she had replied loudly to something the Voice had said. Unfortunately, that reply had been somewhat rude and quite out of place in a Transfiguration lesson. The entire class had burst into fits of laughter. Ginny left the room later feeling very stupid indeed.
A/N 2: Sorry that was a bit short. The next one is longer, I promise. Review please!