The Tales of Hogwarts
Ginny Weasly IV
It was good to see the whole family together for once. Ginny couldn't remember a single meal in quite sometime where one or more of them wasn't absent. Her Dad was sat at the head of the table clearly in deep discussion about his new job with Hermione and Harry, Her Mother was sat talking to the waiter about something (Ginny had a feeling it was something to do with a cake because her mum was whispering and watching her husband out of the corner of her eye), Fred and George were having a pretend fight with breadsticks and Ron, Bill and Charlie were talking and passing things under the table to each other.
"Well the curriculum says that toasters, kettles and microwaves are a must, then it's a choice between whether to teach you Hoovers or Irons."
"I want the cake to read, Good luck Arthur."
"Take that red headed scoundrel"
"No Bill, you said horn billed I'm sure."
Yep, it sure was good to see the family together. But for some reason Ginny didn't feel like part of the group. It wasn't because she was involved in any of the conversations or that she wasn't interested in what everyone else was talking about. She just seemed detached. Far away from the world in general, not just the people around the table. In fact Ginny was feeling more and more distant by the second. Her head was spinning and she suddenly and without warning sprang to her feet.
She knew everyone was looking at her, but she didn't care. All that mattered now was that she was outside in the fresh air.
"I'm going to go get some fresh air." She told the group and she walked to the door.
***
"What's the matter ?" Bill's voice seemed like it was so far away, yet Ginny could smell his Egyptian deodorant and she could feel his arm around her shoulder.
"I feel so.." Ginny couldn't explain it. And then without warning she was sick on Bill's shoes and his arm left her.
"Mother !" Came the distant shouting, "Something's wrong with Ginny." And there was no doubt something was wrong. Even more suddenly than the puke that had left her mouth her legs gave way and Ginny landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. "Nothing to do now but sleep," said a voice in her head.
And then blackness.
Ginny Weasly IV
It was good to see the whole family together for once. Ginny couldn't remember a single meal in quite sometime where one or more of them wasn't absent. Her Dad was sat at the head of the table clearly in deep discussion about his new job with Hermione and Harry, Her Mother was sat talking to the waiter about something (Ginny had a feeling it was something to do with a cake because her mum was whispering and watching her husband out of the corner of her eye), Fred and George were having a pretend fight with breadsticks and Ron, Bill and Charlie were talking and passing things under the table to each other.
"Well the curriculum says that toasters, kettles and microwaves are a must, then it's a choice between whether to teach you Hoovers or Irons."
"I want the cake to read, Good luck Arthur."
"Take that red headed scoundrel"
"No Bill, you said horn billed I'm sure."
Yep, it sure was good to see the family together. But for some reason Ginny didn't feel like part of the group. It wasn't because she was involved in any of the conversations or that she wasn't interested in what everyone else was talking about. She just seemed detached. Far away from the world in general, not just the people around the table. In fact Ginny was feeling more and more distant by the second. Her head was spinning and she suddenly and without warning sprang to her feet.
She knew everyone was looking at her, but she didn't care. All that mattered now was that she was outside in the fresh air.
"I'm going to go get some fresh air." She told the group and she walked to the door.
***
"What's the matter ?" Bill's voice seemed like it was so far away, yet Ginny could smell his Egyptian deodorant and she could feel his arm around her shoulder.
"I feel so.." Ginny couldn't explain it. And then without warning she was sick on Bill's shoes and his arm left her.
"Mother !" Came the distant shouting, "Something's wrong with Ginny." And there was no doubt something was wrong. Even more suddenly than the puke that had left her mouth her legs gave way and Ginny landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. "Nothing to do now but sleep," said a voice in her head.
And then blackness.
