**These characters belong to J.K. Rowling.**
Ginny closed her journal. She had just gotten finished writing about Harry. Of course. What else does anyone expect her to write about. She then got up and hid her journal in her usual spot. That was the probably the only place where it was safe from Fred and George. Who were both obsessed with reading it. Or trying to at least. Maybe they only did it to annoy Ginny. But no one ever knows with them two.
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley called up. "Come down here. I just got back from Diagon Alley with the text books that you need. Honestly I don't know why your brother can't keep up with his things! He'd lose his slugs if he had anymore." With that Mrs. Weasley giggled. And so did Ginny, at the reminder of what happened to Ron in his second year at Hogwarts. And then a little frightened at the thought of what happened to her.
Chills went up her spine. But she brushed them off. It was no big deal. That was ages ago.
"Okay mom." Ginny yelled out her door. She then slipped back on her socks, her feet were freezing. She then suddenly let out a little giggle, the dragons on her socks were playing wizards chess. Funny how those little things always seemed to amuse her.
She ran downstairs. And before she saw the shoe of her brother she stumbled over it. THUMP. BUMP. BOOM.
"OW OW OWWWWW!!!" Ginny screamed.
Her mother ran from the kitchen yelling, "Ginny? Are you OKAY!??"
"No NO NOOOO! I'm not! MOM!!"
"Oh my Holy Wizard!" Mrs. Weasley said when she saw Ginny sprawled out on the stairs. She then gently bent over and picked Ginny up off of exactly the sixth stair from the bottom. And took her to the living room. "I'll go get the medicine."
"No mommy not the medicine!"
"Well thats all I have."
"I don't like it."
"You've never broken any bones before you don't know that."
"Yes I do."
"How then?"
"Because,"Ginny got quiet then and finished," because Harry had to take it and he said it was AWFUL and he also said that it hurt. And I believe him."
"Well its either that, or you are stuck with a broken ankle."
"This bites spider legs!"
"Which will it be?" Mrs. Weasley asked tapping her foot and putting her hands on her wide hips scrunching the bright green and red and yellow dress she was wearing.
"I don't know mommy."
"Oh just take the medicine. It will grow back together soon and then you can run, jump, whatever, again. But if you don't take the medicine then you are stuck with crutches and a big lanky cast. But it IS your choice."
Ginny sat there pondering with streaks of tears drying on her red cheeks."Hmmm, I guess I'll take it. But I won't like it," she paused, "I just know I won't."
Ginny closed her journal. She had just gotten finished writing about Harry. Of course. What else does anyone expect her to write about. She then got up and hid her journal in her usual spot. That was the probably the only place where it was safe from Fred and George. Who were both obsessed with reading it. Or trying to at least. Maybe they only did it to annoy Ginny. But no one ever knows with them two.
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley called up. "Come down here. I just got back from Diagon Alley with the text books that you need. Honestly I don't know why your brother can't keep up with his things! He'd lose his slugs if he had anymore." With that Mrs. Weasley giggled. And so did Ginny, at the reminder of what happened to Ron in his second year at Hogwarts. And then a little frightened at the thought of what happened to her.
Chills went up her spine. But she brushed them off. It was no big deal. That was ages ago.
"Okay mom." Ginny yelled out her door. She then slipped back on her socks, her feet were freezing. She then suddenly let out a little giggle, the dragons on her socks were playing wizards chess. Funny how those little things always seemed to amuse her.
She ran downstairs. And before she saw the shoe of her brother she stumbled over it. THUMP. BUMP. BOOM.
"OW OW OWWWWW!!!" Ginny screamed.
Her mother ran from the kitchen yelling, "Ginny? Are you OKAY!??"
"No NO NOOOO! I'm not! MOM!!"
"Oh my Holy Wizard!" Mrs. Weasley said when she saw Ginny sprawled out on the stairs. She then gently bent over and picked Ginny up off of exactly the sixth stair from the bottom. And took her to the living room. "I'll go get the medicine."
"No mommy not the medicine!"
"Well thats all I have."
"I don't like it."
"You've never broken any bones before you don't know that."
"Yes I do."
"How then?"
"Because,"Ginny got quiet then and finished," because Harry had to take it and he said it was AWFUL and he also said that it hurt. And I believe him."
"Well its either that, or you are stuck with a broken ankle."
"This bites spider legs!"
"Which will it be?" Mrs. Weasley asked tapping her foot and putting her hands on her wide hips scrunching the bright green and red and yellow dress she was wearing.
"I don't know mommy."
"Oh just take the medicine. It will grow back together soon and then you can run, jump, whatever, again. But if you don't take the medicine then you are stuck with crutches and a big lanky cast. But it IS your choice."
Ginny sat there pondering with streaks of tears drying on her red cheeks."Hmmm, I guess I'll take it. But I won't like it," she paused, "I just know I won't."