Vulpinae
by Mnemosyne
A/N: I know some people have complained about the shortness of my chapters, hangs head in shame but I'm really new at this so typing down 3 pages (my usual) on Microsoft Word seems very long to me. I'm probably going to be writing longer chapters now (goal = 5 pages). I hope you guys don't mind. Anyways, we stopped when Draco found that elusive scent and has decided to search for his angel.
Chapter 6: Searching and Finding?
~Ginny Weasley~
Before she could make sure the blond haired boy was alright, Fred's large hand shot out of the crowd and dragged her forward. Surprisingly, the twins had Hermione with them. Ginny gave her friend a questioning look.
"Don't worry about it Ginny, Harry and Ron already went ahead with Hagrid to tell Dumbledore about your situation." Hermione gave her sympathetic looks and hugged her reassuringly. "I'm sure we'll be able to sort this out." In reply, Ginny gave her a strained smile. She completely forgot about the fair-headed boy, as the thought of entering the school and avoiding its inhabitants loomed large in her mind.
As soon as they arrived at Hogwarts, McGonagall greeted them and privately told Ginny that due to the extenuating circumstances, the Headmaster has allowed Ginny to room with Ms. Granger this year. With that, she gave them a nod and briskly walked back to greet the first years.
Hermione saw Ginny's tense face and said, "You go on ahead Gin - you know where the Prefect's room is. The password is Gushers. I'll tell everybody where you are and I'll come up later with some food." Ginny didn't even think to ask; living with the strangeness of Gryffindor passwords has made her immune to strange letter combinations. She merely nodded wearily and trudged to Hermione's room for a nap.
In her fatigue, Ginny accidentally bumped into a hard masculine chest. Golden eyes sharpened with interest and focused on her, but Ginny barely glanced up enough to notice. She mumbled the appropriate apologies and kept going. She stumbled onto bed and was soon fast asleep.
~Draco Malfoy~
His angel was bound to be in the Great Hall. She wasn't in Slytherin and he was almost certain that she wasn't a first-year, but just in case, he skimmed over the line of the shivering mewling creatures. Draco's gaze went directly across the hall to where the Gryffindors sat. An automatic sneer came on his face as he saw Potter and Weasley. They both had worried frowns on their faces. Draco smiled. They probably can't function without that mudblood Granger. He scowled when he saw Granger entering the Hall and he saw the corresponding look of relief on Ron's face. His silent mockery of the three Gryffindors was interrupted by Dumbledore's announcement.
"It appears we have a new student joining us from Durmstrang this year." A buzz could be heard around the tables as people speculated about the newcomer.
McGonagall's stern voice cut through the murmurs. "Mr. Ladon Skraeli, please come forward to be sorted."
The hat barely touched Ladon's head before screaming out, "Slytherin!" Draco rolled his eyes and snorted. They could have saved some time - it was obvious where Skraeli should be placed. Amidst the enthusiastic clapping of the members of his new house, Ladon approached Draco's table.
Draco suddenly adopted a nonchalant attitude. He drawled, "What are you doing here Skraeli? Durmstrang not good enough for you?"
Ladon lifted an aristocratic brow and answered coolly. "If you must know Malfoy, I got expelled. This backwater school is the only one that would accept me."
Draco laughed crudely. "Expelled?! From Durmstrang?! You must have done something really shitty to get expelled."
Ladon gave a careless shrug and coolly walked ahead to find a different table trailed by girlish giggles and sighs.
Giving another laugh of derision, Draco resumed his search among the Ravenclaws. Nope, not there. Merlin help him if his angel was a Hufflepuff - his father would not be pleased. Hufflepuffs were good shags and made up a large base of Draco's fanclub, but he wouldn't want to actually marry one of them. Wait a minute, did he just think marry? He shook his head. He'll decide if she's worthy of carrying on the Malfoy name when he finds her. That decided, Draco finally started to enjoy the feast.
***
~Ginny Weasley~
Ginny woke up feeling refreshed. It's amazing what a couple hours of sleep can do. She looked over at Hermione and saw that she was awake as well.
Hermione smiled sleepily at her. "Sleep well?"
Ginny nodded in answer, a satisfied grin curling on her lips. Feeling energized, Ginny cried out, "I call the bathroom first!"
"You know," Hermione said conversationally, "the Prefects have their own bathroom. I go there to relax sometimes. You wouldn't believe how big the bathtub is. The good thing is hardly anybody uses it. I don't know what Dumbledore was thinking - one bathroom for all the Prefects. Everybody pretty much uses the ones in their dorms." Hermione grimaced. "The only bad thing about it is it's coed. But, as long as you remember to lock the door - there's no problem."
Ginny gave Hermione a grateful smile. "That sounds nice. I'll probably try it some time." She gave another yawn. "Maybe later. Right now, I'll just use the dorm's."
Both girls shimmied out of their pajamas and into their customary black robes. Ginny bit her lip as a thought occurred to her.
"Hermione," she asked hesitantly, "Can you bring me my breakfast?"
Hermione lifted an inquiring brow.
"It's just," Ginny continued looking at the floor, "I don't think the dungbomb thing has worn off yet."
She almost cringed at how pitiful her excuse sounded. Obviously, Hermione being female, is unaffected by Ginny's overdrive of pheromones. Thankfully, despite Hermione's inquiring gaze, she just gave Ginny a simple nod and went down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast.
Ginny sighed in relief and inwardly cheered. Another problem conquered. Going down to breakfast would leave her open to exposure, not to mention humiliation. Every guy down there would be throwing up their breakfast (her brothers excluded of course) and all the girls would look on grossed out and perplexed. How will she ever find a logical explanation for causing that sort of disturbance? Whoever heard of dungbombs discriminating between the sexes?
On a more important note, Harry, her Harry would also be down there. She did not want her entrance (along with her new looks) to be announced by the sounds of gagging and vomiting. Going to class cannot be helped, but the situation can be alleviated. She figured that it would be just like expelling gas in public. Everybody will be so tightly packed nobody will be able to pinpoint the source. Being in class will prove to be a challenging problem, but with a bit of creativity Ginny was sure that she could manage.
A tap at the window interrupted her thoughts. A barn owl wheeled in and Ginny quickly retrieved the missive in surprise. "A letter...from Percy?" She hasn't heard from him in months. His job at the Ministry of Magic had kept him happily busy. She wondered what life-changing event has brought on this urge to write.
Dearest Ginny,
Fred and George have informed me of your predicament and as your older brother, I felt it was my duty to provide you with possible solutions. Taking into consideration your wild tendencies, as well as the thought that you may decide to favor the ones that I felt were suitable, I have provided you with a list of beaus. Attached on the following sheets are the descriptions and pictures of the lucky gentlemen. I, of course, made sure that those personally handpicked by me, are of impeccable background and character. I wish you luck.
Your brother,
Percy
Ginny looked incredulously at Percy's letter. Has he gone mad? She transferred her gaze to the separate package and upended its contents on her bed. There were sheets after sheets of men busily waving or winking along with descriptions of each man's likes or dislikes. Archibald for one, likes "taking romantic strolls, as well as girls with full thick hair." Considering that the man in question was as bald as his name suggested, Ginny couldn't blame him. She looked at Archie's picture. There he was as bald as a newborn baby, his head a shining beacon brighter than his smile, quite possibly even the sun. Ginny wrinkled her nose. What was Percy thinking? She went on to the next page. Oh, here's another one. This candidate was quite handsome. The guy gave her a wink followed by a winning smile. Craig likes moonlit walks along the beach, weddings, and red-heads and dislikes crab apples and the color puce. Ginny scanned his sheet until it rested on his personal quote, "I can do it babe, even if it takes all night long." Totally revolted, Ginny wondered, "What is this? A dating service?" She sifted back to the very first page and saw it titled "The Wizard Love Connection." Yep, Percy had signed her on to a dating service. Will the madness of ever end?
~Colin Creevey~
Colin Creevey stood nervously outside. He was suddenly having second thoughts. He'd never done anything like this before, but he needed the money badly. He looked down at the flier the Weasley twins had put up on the bulletin board and looked apprehensively at the closed door. It read, "WANTED: Single able-bodied males of fifteen or older needed for testing. 5 knuts for questioning with 2 Galleon REWARD if compatible."
Colin felt the childish urge to eavesdrop. Just as he was leaning over about to give in to his baser urges, the door opened. He immediately straightened. He saw Fred and George patting the other candidate and shaking hands. His heart sank and his shoulders drooped. Maybe the money had already been given to someone.
His heart expanded with happiness when he heard Fred bellow, "NEXT!"
He came inside and nervously cleared his throat as he sat down across both twins.
"Name?"
"Colin Creevey." George looked up in surprise, but then smoothed his face into a more professional demeanor.
Fred began. "Mr. Creevey, we're going to ask you some questions that may seem a tad unreasonable or strange. Just humor us, will you? At the end of the questioning we will tell you whether or not you are selected in this process."
George officiously stacked his papers and poised his pen ready to take notes.
"Age?"
"Fifteen."
"What do you think of daffodils?"
Colin looked uncertainly from one Weasley brother to another, but they both seemed perfectly serious. "Um...they're pretty, I guess. Not as flashy as roses, but more natural."
"How do you feel about nature and the wild in general?"
"I like them fine...I can't find anything to complain of. First year, I got along with the squid," Colin offered weakly.
Fred and George exchanged looks and continued with their questioning. "Are you an animal lover?"
"I can't say that I love all animals to death - I don't really get along well with cats...but I used to have a dog. Does that count?"
"How do you feel about vegetables and greens?"
Colin was very puzzled. He'd never been one of the Weasley twins' test subjects before, but he didn't think that they asked questions like this when conducting their never-ending search for new joke and prank accessories. He hesitantly asked, "Look, what's this about? I thought you were trying a new product on me or something."
Fred chuckled. George snickered and patted Colin on the back. "Don't worry about it, old chap. You're just one of our many customers. We're using your feedback to see if you're comfortable with...with a product that we want to put out on the market. Just answer what you can and try to elaborate. We need to make sure you can handle the product before testing you out with it."
Fred nodded. "Safety is key."
George looked at him expectantly. "So, where were we? Oh yes, the vegetables..."
"Well, I...I eat both meat and vegetables (they're nutritious), but I'm not that crazy about them."
--30 minutes later--
"One last thing...are you attached to anyone of the opposite sex at this moment?"
Colin gave them baffled looks and answered slowly. "Nooo...I'm not seeing anyone right now."
He smiled weakly as both twins patted him on the back and shook his hand enthusiastically, much like what they did with the other boy.
"Congratulations Colin my boy, you just won a very special prize!"
"With careful deliberation, after all the product needs to be handled carefully, we decided that you should be the first one to take it out...I mean test it out. Let's see, when can we book him George?"
"Maybe later this week Fred. Anyways, it doesn't matter - we'll contact you with the information later - remember to keep this week free. Here's 5 knuts for the questioning. You'll get 2 galleons after the appointment. It was real nice to see you here Colin, but I see we got another hopeful waiting. Do us a favor and spread the word around will ya'?"
Colin found himself being pushed out the door. "But...but..." he spluttered, "I don't even know what I won!"
He dimly heard George's bellow of "Next!" in the background.
Fred gave him a pat before shoving him out the door. "Oh, it's nothing - you've won yourself a date with Ginny."
A/N: Yes! 5 pages! Score! Oh, and just in case you didn't know - Ginny's question "Will the madness ever end?" That's rhetorical. The obvious answer...of course not! I know that some people are impatient to see Harry's reaction - but hey, it's only the first day. But keep reading though - who knows it may be in the next chapter (I don't know myself). I can promise you a really hot bathroom scene though. I may just have to change my rating a bit. Oh, I have some reviewers I want to respond to.
Neofelis: Sorry it took so long to respond, but anyways I meant for the reader to find that out in Chapter 2. I have to say you're really good for noticing that detail. I would have liked for Ginny to be born just as the Darklord gets defeated, but that would put the time line way out of wack.
Snowdevil: Don't worry about the whole Draco arctic fox thing. I got it covered. ^_^
Kate: First of all, thanks for responding to my questions at the bottom of the page (I was beginning to think people were just ignoring it; just kidding - when I read fics I sometimes just ignore those messages at the bottom too). Second of all, I just had to transform Ginny 'cause I didn't like her hair color (doesn't wine red sound more romantic?) or the concept of freckles (no offense for those who do have them, I just didn't see them on Ginny) - but I did like her character. Third, I will say this once and for all - her looks were just to snap Harry out of his general male blindness. ^_^
And lastly, I want to apologize to anyone who may have been confused in the prologue when I was describing the Weasleys. I really couldn't find a way to differentiate Bill and Charlie in my mind (they seemed sorta the same flavor), so I gave Bill the little jagged black thing on his leg to rationalize with the cool jagged earrings that he wears.
To Everyone Else, THANK YOU. Your reviews have always been a great help to me in terms of encouragement and inspiration.
by Mnemosyne
A/N: I know some people have complained about the shortness of my chapters, hangs head in shame but I'm really new at this so typing down 3 pages (my usual) on Microsoft Word seems very long to me. I'm probably going to be writing longer chapters now (goal = 5 pages). I hope you guys don't mind. Anyways, we stopped when Draco found that elusive scent and has decided to search for his angel.
Chapter 6: Searching and Finding?
~Ginny Weasley~
Before she could make sure the blond haired boy was alright, Fred's large hand shot out of the crowd and dragged her forward. Surprisingly, the twins had Hermione with them. Ginny gave her friend a questioning look.
"Don't worry about it Ginny, Harry and Ron already went ahead with Hagrid to tell Dumbledore about your situation." Hermione gave her sympathetic looks and hugged her reassuringly. "I'm sure we'll be able to sort this out." In reply, Ginny gave her a strained smile. She completely forgot about the fair-headed boy, as the thought of entering the school and avoiding its inhabitants loomed large in her mind.
As soon as they arrived at Hogwarts, McGonagall greeted them and privately told Ginny that due to the extenuating circumstances, the Headmaster has allowed Ginny to room with Ms. Granger this year. With that, she gave them a nod and briskly walked back to greet the first years.
Hermione saw Ginny's tense face and said, "You go on ahead Gin - you know where the Prefect's room is. The password is Gushers. I'll tell everybody where you are and I'll come up later with some food." Ginny didn't even think to ask; living with the strangeness of Gryffindor passwords has made her immune to strange letter combinations. She merely nodded wearily and trudged to Hermione's room for a nap.
In her fatigue, Ginny accidentally bumped into a hard masculine chest. Golden eyes sharpened with interest and focused on her, but Ginny barely glanced up enough to notice. She mumbled the appropriate apologies and kept going. She stumbled onto bed and was soon fast asleep.
~Draco Malfoy~
His angel was bound to be in the Great Hall. She wasn't in Slytherin and he was almost certain that she wasn't a first-year, but just in case, he skimmed over the line of the shivering mewling creatures. Draco's gaze went directly across the hall to where the Gryffindors sat. An automatic sneer came on his face as he saw Potter and Weasley. They both had worried frowns on their faces. Draco smiled. They probably can't function without that mudblood Granger. He scowled when he saw Granger entering the Hall and he saw the corresponding look of relief on Ron's face. His silent mockery of the three Gryffindors was interrupted by Dumbledore's announcement.
"It appears we have a new student joining us from Durmstrang this year." A buzz could be heard around the tables as people speculated about the newcomer.
McGonagall's stern voice cut through the murmurs. "Mr. Ladon Skraeli, please come forward to be sorted."
The hat barely touched Ladon's head before screaming out, "Slytherin!" Draco rolled his eyes and snorted. They could have saved some time - it was obvious where Skraeli should be placed. Amidst the enthusiastic clapping of the members of his new house, Ladon approached Draco's table.
Draco suddenly adopted a nonchalant attitude. He drawled, "What are you doing here Skraeli? Durmstrang not good enough for you?"
Ladon lifted an aristocratic brow and answered coolly. "If you must know Malfoy, I got expelled. This backwater school is the only one that would accept me."
Draco laughed crudely. "Expelled?! From Durmstrang?! You must have done something really shitty to get expelled."
Ladon gave a careless shrug and coolly walked ahead to find a different table trailed by girlish giggles and sighs.
Giving another laugh of derision, Draco resumed his search among the Ravenclaws. Nope, not there. Merlin help him if his angel was a Hufflepuff - his father would not be pleased. Hufflepuffs were good shags and made up a large base of Draco's fanclub, but he wouldn't want to actually marry one of them. Wait a minute, did he just think marry? He shook his head. He'll decide if she's worthy of carrying on the Malfoy name when he finds her. That decided, Draco finally started to enjoy the feast.
***
~Ginny Weasley~
Ginny woke up feeling refreshed. It's amazing what a couple hours of sleep can do. She looked over at Hermione and saw that she was awake as well.
Hermione smiled sleepily at her. "Sleep well?"
Ginny nodded in answer, a satisfied grin curling on her lips. Feeling energized, Ginny cried out, "I call the bathroom first!"
"You know," Hermione said conversationally, "the Prefects have their own bathroom. I go there to relax sometimes. You wouldn't believe how big the bathtub is. The good thing is hardly anybody uses it. I don't know what Dumbledore was thinking - one bathroom for all the Prefects. Everybody pretty much uses the ones in their dorms." Hermione grimaced. "The only bad thing about it is it's coed. But, as long as you remember to lock the door - there's no problem."
Ginny gave Hermione a grateful smile. "That sounds nice. I'll probably try it some time." She gave another yawn. "Maybe later. Right now, I'll just use the dorm's."
Both girls shimmied out of their pajamas and into their customary black robes. Ginny bit her lip as a thought occurred to her.
"Hermione," she asked hesitantly, "Can you bring me my breakfast?"
Hermione lifted an inquiring brow.
"It's just," Ginny continued looking at the floor, "I don't think the dungbomb thing has worn off yet."
She almost cringed at how pitiful her excuse sounded. Obviously, Hermione being female, is unaffected by Ginny's overdrive of pheromones. Thankfully, despite Hermione's inquiring gaze, she just gave Ginny a simple nod and went down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast.
Ginny sighed in relief and inwardly cheered. Another problem conquered. Going down to breakfast would leave her open to exposure, not to mention humiliation. Every guy down there would be throwing up their breakfast (her brothers excluded of course) and all the girls would look on grossed out and perplexed. How will she ever find a logical explanation for causing that sort of disturbance? Whoever heard of dungbombs discriminating between the sexes?
On a more important note, Harry, her Harry would also be down there. She did not want her entrance (along with her new looks) to be announced by the sounds of gagging and vomiting. Going to class cannot be helped, but the situation can be alleviated. She figured that it would be just like expelling gas in public. Everybody will be so tightly packed nobody will be able to pinpoint the source. Being in class will prove to be a challenging problem, but with a bit of creativity Ginny was sure that she could manage.
A tap at the window interrupted her thoughts. A barn owl wheeled in and Ginny quickly retrieved the missive in surprise. "A letter...from Percy?" She hasn't heard from him in months. His job at the Ministry of Magic had kept him happily busy. She wondered what life-changing event has brought on this urge to write.
Dearest Ginny,
Fred and George have informed me of your predicament and as your older brother, I felt it was my duty to provide you with possible solutions. Taking into consideration your wild tendencies, as well as the thought that you may decide to favor the ones that I felt were suitable, I have provided you with a list of beaus. Attached on the following sheets are the descriptions and pictures of the lucky gentlemen. I, of course, made sure that those personally handpicked by me, are of impeccable background and character. I wish you luck.
Your brother,
Percy
Ginny looked incredulously at Percy's letter. Has he gone mad? She transferred her gaze to the separate package and upended its contents on her bed. There were sheets after sheets of men busily waving or winking along with descriptions of each man's likes or dislikes. Archibald for one, likes "taking romantic strolls, as well as girls with full thick hair." Considering that the man in question was as bald as his name suggested, Ginny couldn't blame him. She looked at Archie's picture. There he was as bald as a newborn baby, his head a shining beacon brighter than his smile, quite possibly even the sun. Ginny wrinkled her nose. What was Percy thinking? She went on to the next page. Oh, here's another one. This candidate was quite handsome. The guy gave her a wink followed by a winning smile. Craig likes moonlit walks along the beach, weddings, and red-heads and dislikes crab apples and the color puce. Ginny scanned his sheet until it rested on his personal quote, "I can do it babe, even if it takes all night long." Totally revolted, Ginny wondered, "What is this? A dating service?" She sifted back to the very first page and saw it titled "The Wizard Love Connection." Yep, Percy had signed her on to a dating service. Will the madness of ever end?
~Colin Creevey~
Colin Creevey stood nervously outside. He was suddenly having second thoughts. He'd never done anything like this before, but he needed the money badly. He looked down at the flier the Weasley twins had put up on the bulletin board and looked apprehensively at the closed door. It read, "WANTED: Single able-bodied males of fifteen or older needed for testing. 5 knuts for questioning with 2 Galleon REWARD if compatible."
Colin felt the childish urge to eavesdrop. Just as he was leaning over about to give in to his baser urges, the door opened. He immediately straightened. He saw Fred and George patting the other candidate and shaking hands. His heart sank and his shoulders drooped. Maybe the money had already been given to someone.
His heart expanded with happiness when he heard Fred bellow, "NEXT!"
He came inside and nervously cleared his throat as he sat down across both twins.
"Name?"
"Colin Creevey." George looked up in surprise, but then smoothed his face into a more professional demeanor.
Fred began. "Mr. Creevey, we're going to ask you some questions that may seem a tad unreasonable or strange. Just humor us, will you? At the end of the questioning we will tell you whether or not you are selected in this process."
George officiously stacked his papers and poised his pen ready to take notes.
"Age?"
"Fifteen."
"What do you think of daffodils?"
Colin looked uncertainly from one Weasley brother to another, but they both seemed perfectly serious. "Um...they're pretty, I guess. Not as flashy as roses, but more natural."
"How do you feel about nature and the wild in general?"
"I like them fine...I can't find anything to complain of. First year, I got along with the squid," Colin offered weakly.
Fred and George exchanged looks and continued with their questioning. "Are you an animal lover?"
"I can't say that I love all animals to death - I don't really get along well with cats...but I used to have a dog. Does that count?"
"How do you feel about vegetables and greens?"
Colin was very puzzled. He'd never been one of the Weasley twins' test subjects before, but he didn't think that they asked questions like this when conducting their never-ending search for new joke and prank accessories. He hesitantly asked, "Look, what's this about? I thought you were trying a new product on me or something."
Fred chuckled. George snickered and patted Colin on the back. "Don't worry about it, old chap. You're just one of our many customers. We're using your feedback to see if you're comfortable with...with a product that we want to put out on the market. Just answer what you can and try to elaborate. We need to make sure you can handle the product before testing you out with it."
Fred nodded. "Safety is key."
George looked at him expectantly. "So, where were we? Oh yes, the vegetables..."
"Well, I...I eat both meat and vegetables (they're nutritious), but I'm not that crazy about them."
--30 minutes later--
"One last thing...are you attached to anyone of the opposite sex at this moment?"
Colin gave them baffled looks and answered slowly. "Nooo...I'm not seeing anyone right now."
He smiled weakly as both twins patted him on the back and shook his hand enthusiastically, much like what they did with the other boy.
"Congratulations Colin my boy, you just won a very special prize!"
"With careful deliberation, after all the product needs to be handled carefully, we decided that you should be the first one to take it out...I mean test it out. Let's see, when can we book him George?"
"Maybe later this week Fred. Anyways, it doesn't matter - we'll contact you with the information later - remember to keep this week free. Here's 5 knuts for the questioning. You'll get 2 galleons after the appointment. It was real nice to see you here Colin, but I see we got another hopeful waiting. Do us a favor and spread the word around will ya'?"
Colin found himself being pushed out the door. "But...but..." he spluttered, "I don't even know what I won!"
He dimly heard George's bellow of "Next!" in the background.
Fred gave him a pat before shoving him out the door. "Oh, it's nothing - you've won yourself a date with Ginny."
A/N: Yes! 5 pages! Score! Oh, and just in case you didn't know - Ginny's question "Will the madness ever end?" That's rhetorical. The obvious answer...of course not! I know that some people are impatient to see Harry's reaction - but hey, it's only the first day. But keep reading though - who knows it may be in the next chapter (I don't know myself). I can promise you a really hot bathroom scene though. I may just have to change my rating a bit. Oh, I have some reviewers I want to respond to.
Neofelis: Sorry it took so long to respond, but anyways I meant for the reader to find that out in Chapter 2. I have to say you're really good for noticing that detail. I would have liked for Ginny to be born just as the Darklord gets defeated, but that would put the time line way out of wack.
Snowdevil: Don't worry about the whole Draco arctic fox thing. I got it covered. ^_^
Kate: First of all, thanks for responding to my questions at the bottom of the page (I was beginning to think people were just ignoring it; just kidding - when I read fics I sometimes just ignore those messages at the bottom too). Second of all, I just had to transform Ginny 'cause I didn't like her hair color (doesn't wine red sound more romantic?) or the concept of freckles (no offense for those who do have them, I just didn't see them on Ginny) - but I did like her character. Third, I will say this once and for all - her looks were just to snap Harry out of his general male blindness. ^_^
And lastly, I want to apologize to anyone who may have been confused in the prologue when I was describing the Weasleys. I really couldn't find a way to differentiate Bill and Charlie in my mind (they seemed sorta the same flavor), so I gave Bill the little jagged black thing on his leg to rationalize with the cool jagged earrings that he wears.
To Everyone Else, THANK YOU. Your reviews have always been a great help to me in terms of encouragement and inspiration.
