A/N - Ginny goes to a pure blood finishing school at age nineteen and runs into some rather familiar faces. No Harry Potter Characters are mine.

It was a mild and sunny Tuesday for September in Scotland. Ginny hopped down out of the ministry car and hugged her father goodbye. Here trunk was being charmed to ministry customs later in the week since she had spent her summer in America. Her internship at the Wizarding Bank of New York City had been interesting but uneventful.

There had been a ban on magic when the muggles blew up one of their plower flants, or whatever they called them, which fed the cities the "eceltricity" Mr. Weasley was so fond of. It was a nuisance but Ginny had made quite a bit of money of her own so moving about was not all too inconvenient in the muggle world. With her six older brothers off working and Ron training for the Winbourne Wasps, Ginny's lifestyle had become quite, well, posh.

Not that she minded of course, it was just unusual to be invited to all the parties with other purebloods, and travel, and own beautiful clothes. Part of her felt guilty since her brothers really did spoil her rotten. Especially Percy, who had never fully recovered from a biting letter she had writ him in her fourth year when he was ignoring their parents.

Waving at the retreating muggle limousine, she thought *alohamora* to herself and the door clicked open. Her name slid from the "OUT" to the "IN" column on the large tracking board. Several of the sliding panels were still blank, indicating that the students had not yet set foot on campus. Ginny grinned when she remembered how her own signature had appeared the day before when Mr. Weasley had brought her duffle bags over.

*Anyone would have thought I was muggle-born!* Indeed, these pure blooded witches had marvelled at the handsome girl with glistening auburn hair they found in their midst. They had always heard that the Weasleys were poor, ugly, unfashionable, hot tempered and stupid but decided that it must have all been petty spite and envy.

Ginny, after a private talk with herself, decided not to explain her family history. Instead, she set about fixing up her room. In no time at all, her single on the third floor was covered in clothes after a very hasty unpacking charm, with her large shoe connection in a pile at the foot of her bed. Tonks never had been much help with domestic magic and Ginny couldn't handle he mother's idea of thorough.

She had applied to Dranoeltians Charms College earlier that summer and, despite her family's past reputation, was accepted. It would be awkward, Ginny knew, because the Sisters Dranoeltian's College covered two years and she would be the only new girl in the final year. The fact that D'eltian witches, as they were reffered to, were possibly the most skilled at advanced charms in the world suited Ginny well but the thought of taking lessons in traditional feminine charm turned her blood cold.

Ginny had been recognized at an exceptionally powerful witch during her final years at Hogwarts; especially after Hermione had left for the Ministry of Magic. Although, not as studious as her friend, Ginny was every bit as capable and had a deeper and more powerful magical foundation. Having always been old for her year since Molly had separated her and Ron "to give Ron a chance to shine," Ginny enjoyed having another intelligent girl to go to in times of crisis.

*Good thing we were each independent, or I might have never spoken to anyone besides Luna whilst at Hogwarts!* Ginny rolled off her bed, wondering how long she had been asleep. "Accio tempsphere!" she bellowed, panic-stricken that she might have missed her sorting.

What looked like a tea saucer whizzed out from under a corner of the muted red duvet on her bed and into Ginny's out-stretched hand. Although it was covered in little planets, stars and obscure runes and symbols, Ginny could tell that it was exactly 8.58 pm.

Diving for the door to her room, she slipped glass-covered tempsphere into her pocket. The galaxy and various magical languages and symbols were all circling a two-way mirror. It had been her favourite birthday gift; she grinned to herself remembering how Harry had enclosed a note declaring that "Those born on the 20th of July are ALWAYS at the centre of the universe! Cheers, Harry."

A mixture of envy and awe befell the other girls, unbeknownst to Virginia Weasly entered the owldictorium, which students used four portkeys to send their letters to the owlery. She sat down in the first empty chair she came to and looked up only as the warden bustled in. *It certainly is going to be an interesting year!*

A/N - TEN PEOPLE HAVE TO REVIEW BEFORE I POST WHERE DRACO COMES IN!!!

Love,

Narcissa