2.
"Follow me. This way. Keep up first years." The Prefect's clipped voice rang out through the dungeon corridors.
Ginny followed. Being swept along by the jostling crowd. They came to a stop in front of a painting of a Knight.
"The password is Slytheris Draconis." The Prefect's voice bounced off the walls.
The painting swung open and the raging hordes swarmed into the Slytherin common room. A fire was burning in a gigantean fireplace. There was chairs covered in plush green velvet scattered around the room and various tables dotted the room's surface.
"All upcoming events and other important information will be posted on this bulletin board. The girl's dormitories are up those stairs on the left and the boy's are up the right hand stairs. Lights out at ten thirty."
Ginny followed the girls up the stairs and the first years into their room. Ginny took the remaining bed. Her trunk was already there.
"So. A weasel has found its way into the lair of the snake." One of the girls in the dormitory sniped.
Ginny looked at the girl who had spoken with disdain and utter contempt. Blond plaits with pink bows. Scrawny. "What was that? Oh you mean your going to be swallowed up at any second, I thought so. Riiight. I'll remember that your name is Weasel in the future." Ginny replied curtly with a nod, "Closet Hufflepuff" She added under her breath.
The girl looked absolutely livid. The rest of the girls looked a bit shocked to hear this coming from the precious Ginny Weasley. Ginny smiled. My job here is done. She thought to herself with a smile. Then she tried to look innocent without success. She burst out laughing at the shocked the faces. This seemed to shock other girls more. She unpacked her things all the while shaking with mirth. One of the girls seemed to pluck up the courage to go over and speak to her.
"Hi. My name is Accalia. Known to most as Cal. And you are the now famous Ginny Weasley."
"Nice to be famous. But, sadly not rich. And to my mother's disappointment, I am not maidenly like my name. But, please don't call me Ginny. It's my family pet name and I hate it. But not when it's from dad."
"Oh well. My parents always said I did exactly what my name means. I make things happen. Instigator of things. My parents are muggles and I made 'things' happen, most of them were bad, but that's not the point. Fires start by themselves too, you know."
"Nice to know that. Handy too."
"So what would you like to be called? Virginia's a bit of a mouthful. No offence."
"None taken. I quite like Ginger, but other than that anything that you can come up with that is not rude or offensive."
"How 'bout.Verge?"
"I like it."
"Fine then. I dub thee Verge."
"If you get to name me then I'm changing yours. I dub thee Lia."
"I like it."
Then they both erupted in giggles. Both glad to have made a friend. A Prefect popped her head around the door,
"Lights out girls. NOW!" Her voice thundered through the room.
Grumbling they all hopped into their beds. Various goodnights mumbled from underneath covers reverberated across the room.
"Follow me. This way. Keep up first years." The Prefect's clipped voice rang out through the dungeon corridors.
Ginny followed. Being swept along by the jostling crowd. They came to a stop in front of a painting of a Knight.
"The password is Slytheris Draconis." The Prefect's voice bounced off the walls.
The painting swung open and the raging hordes swarmed into the Slytherin common room. A fire was burning in a gigantean fireplace. There was chairs covered in plush green velvet scattered around the room and various tables dotted the room's surface.
"All upcoming events and other important information will be posted on this bulletin board. The girl's dormitories are up those stairs on the left and the boy's are up the right hand stairs. Lights out at ten thirty."
Ginny followed the girls up the stairs and the first years into their room. Ginny took the remaining bed. Her trunk was already there.
"So. A weasel has found its way into the lair of the snake." One of the girls in the dormitory sniped.
Ginny looked at the girl who had spoken with disdain and utter contempt. Blond plaits with pink bows. Scrawny. "What was that? Oh you mean your going to be swallowed up at any second, I thought so. Riiight. I'll remember that your name is Weasel in the future." Ginny replied curtly with a nod, "Closet Hufflepuff" She added under her breath.
The girl looked absolutely livid. The rest of the girls looked a bit shocked to hear this coming from the precious Ginny Weasley. Ginny smiled. My job here is done. She thought to herself with a smile. Then she tried to look innocent without success. She burst out laughing at the shocked the faces. This seemed to shock other girls more. She unpacked her things all the while shaking with mirth. One of the girls seemed to pluck up the courage to go over and speak to her.
"Hi. My name is Accalia. Known to most as Cal. And you are the now famous Ginny Weasley."
"Nice to be famous. But, sadly not rich. And to my mother's disappointment, I am not maidenly like my name. But, please don't call me Ginny. It's my family pet name and I hate it. But not when it's from dad."
"Oh well. My parents always said I did exactly what my name means. I make things happen. Instigator of things. My parents are muggles and I made 'things' happen, most of them were bad, but that's not the point. Fires start by themselves too, you know."
"Nice to know that. Handy too."
"So what would you like to be called? Virginia's a bit of a mouthful. No offence."
"None taken. I quite like Ginger, but other than that anything that you can come up with that is not rude or offensive."
"How 'bout.Verge?"
"I like it."
"Fine then. I dub thee Verge."
"If you get to name me then I'm changing yours. I dub thee Lia."
"I like it."
Then they both erupted in giggles. Both glad to have made a friend. A Prefect popped her head around the door,
"Lights out girls. NOW!" Her voice thundered through the room.
Grumbling they all hopped into their beds. Various goodnights mumbled from underneath covers reverberated across the room.