((ConnieChen: He will...
Mandy: yes, they do...hope J.K. thinks so!
fyrechild: Thank you~_~
GinnyYvette: Thanks:).
f: I will...
Darcel Lucia: Well, you're in Gryffindor already...glad you liked the chapter~_~
Ri: We'll see...
Queen Tessandrilene Wendracon: Thanks, I'm sure I will:)
VenusDeOmnipotent: *_~
tulzdavampslayer: I *doubt* there'll be any telepathy, but they might communicate in some way or another, not sure. And I am still undecided on the 'peeping Tom' bit...))
Disclaimer: Nope, I didn't get the rights to Harry Potter for Christmas. Big shock, huh?
A/n: Eeep! Sorry I took so long with the update, but I've just started Beta- ing a novel-length fic, so I've been a bit short on time...
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The Great Hall was darker than usual when Ginny and Silver made their way down, the clouds only parting to let out a ray of sun now and again. It was also slightly late for breakfast, and only a few students were scattered along the tables. Ginny took a seat at a corner of the Gryffindor table, and was sliding over the platter of muffins when a shadow passed overhead. She jumped, but her unspoken question was answered when a sheet of heavy parchment fluttered to the table. Looking up, she spotted one of the school's barn owls winging its way back to the Owlery. With a nod to herself, she flipped the paper over.
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Draco, climbing up to rest on her shoulder, peered at the emerald script the parchment was headed in.
Weekly Schedule - Virginia Weasley, Fouth Year, Gryffindor
He scanned it quickly. Ginny was taking the standard classes, as well as Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies, and - he groaned - Arithmancy, three times a week, with the fifth-years. It stood to reason, as Arithmancy wasn't a common subject, but he knew full well that Granger would be in that class. Otherwise, though, he could keep his head up during school hours. This, he reflected grimly, might keep him from going completely insane with boredom. Except...Muggle Studies, he re-read with a slight sniff of disdain. Time-wasting rubbish. Typical Weasleys.
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Ginny finished looking over her schedule, then folded it back up, slipping it into her book-bag. Remembering then what the owl's arrival had interrupted, she once again looked over at the muffin tray. She selected a blueberry-studded one, absently breaking off a chunk for Silver, and sat back in her seat with a sigh. Her class list looked much as she'd expected. Divination had been at the very bottom of her choices - she'd heard enough horror stories about Trelawney to put her off the subject forever. The Study of Ancient Runes would have been interesting, but she'd put Muggle Studies ahead of it on her list, as she didn't really want to end up like her father in that regard. Care of Magical Creatures was always an experience, at least, she thought wryly. Her class hadn't been in much direct contact with the infamous Skrewts last year, but they'd all seen them about at one time or another, and Hagrid had provided plenty of other 'treats' for his third-years. Shaking her head, she finished the last of her muffin with a sigh. One thing was for sure - it was going to be an interesting year.
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Mandy: yes, they do...hope J.K. thinks so!
fyrechild: Thank you~_~
GinnyYvette: Thanks:).
f: I will...
Darcel Lucia: Well, you're in Gryffindor already...glad you liked the chapter~_~
Ri: We'll see...
Queen Tessandrilene Wendracon: Thanks, I'm sure I will:)
VenusDeOmnipotent: *_~
tulzdavampslayer: I *doubt* there'll be any telepathy, but they might communicate in some way or another, not sure. And I am still undecided on the 'peeping Tom' bit...))
Disclaimer: Nope, I didn't get the rights to Harry Potter for Christmas. Big shock, huh?
A/n: Eeep! Sorry I took so long with the update, but I've just started Beta- ing a novel-length fic, so I've been a bit short on time...
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The Great Hall was darker than usual when Ginny and Silver made their way down, the clouds only parting to let out a ray of sun now and again. It was also slightly late for breakfast, and only a few students were scattered along the tables. Ginny took a seat at a corner of the Gryffindor table, and was sliding over the platter of muffins when a shadow passed overhead. She jumped, but her unspoken question was answered when a sheet of heavy parchment fluttered to the table. Looking up, she spotted one of the school's barn owls winging its way back to the Owlery. With a nod to herself, she flipped the paper over.
~*~*~*~*~*~
/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
Draco, climbing up to rest on her shoulder, peered at the emerald script the parchment was headed in.
Weekly Schedule - Virginia Weasley, Fouth Year, Gryffindor
He scanned it quickly. Ginny was taking the standard classes, as well as Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies, and - he groaned - Arithmancy, three times a week, with the fifth-years. It stood to reason, as Arithmancy wasn't a common subject, but he knew full well that Granger would be in that class. Otherwise, though, he could keep his head up during school hours. This, he reflected grimly, might keep him from going completely insane with boredom. Except...Muggle Studies, he re-read with a slight sniff of disdain. Time-wasting rubbish. Typical Weasleys.
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Ginny finished looking over her schedule, then folded it back up, slipping it into her book-bag. Remembering then what the owl's arrival had interrupted, she once again looked over at the muffin tray. She selected a blueberry-studded one, absently breaking off a chunk for Silver, and sat back in her seat with a sigh. Her class list looked much as she'd expected. Divination had been at the very bottom of her choices - she'd heard enough horror stories about Trelawney to put her off the subject forever. The Study of Ancient Runes would have been interesting, but she'd put Muggle Studies ahead of it on her list, as she didn't really want to end up like her father in that regard. Care of Magical Creatures was always an experience, at least, she thought wryly. Her class hadn't been in much direct contact with the infamous Skrewts last year, but they'd all seen them about at one time or another, and Hagrid had provided plenty of other 'treats' for his third-years. Shaking her head, she finished the last of her muffin with a sigh. One thing was for sure - it was going to be an interesting year.
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