Disclaimer: Oh come on, all characters belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling.
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Not many students were in the hallway, considering it was a Saturday and they were scattered about the Hogwarts grounds. The morning was crisp and clear, though the cold still bit harshly. The sky was a sharp, blue and clouds floated lazily across the sky as a pale winter sun reflected onto the cold, hard ground. Students played outside in the slowly melting snow from days before and their laughter and joy penetrated the windows near them.
Virginia Weasley trudged towards Hagrid's Hut, which looked very promising in the areas of heat and comfort. She wasn't positive if Ron had forbidden her to go there, but she didn't care and snuggled deeper into the soft, scarlet-gold scarf. Her black cloak swirled behind her as she walked, letting some of the cold air creep up the back of her legs. When she reached the foot of the cabin, she raised one gloved hand to the door and knocked heavily. "'Ello, Hargrid! It's G--Virginia!" shouted Virginia, who had shed her old nickname quite some time ago.
Fang's barks broke the peaceful silence as the heavy door creaked open and Virginia put on her best smile. Hagrid looked a bit surprised through the massive amounts of black hair on his face, but he smiled anyways. Virginia was hoping she didn't catch Hermione or Harry here, for the result would be catastrophic for her, and her social life didn't need to go down another 10 feet. "'Ello, Ginny. Nice ter see you again,"said Hagrid.
Sitting inside was Hermione, and Virginia's heart dropped a bit. Hermione looked back at her cup of tea, pretending to be interested in it, as it swirled around and around. Hagrid looked unsurely at the two, and pulled out a thick chair for Virginia to sit in. She sat down greatfully, looking at Hermione with a look of forgiveness etched onto her face.
"Well, Hargid, I think it is time I should be goi--,"started Hermione in a rushed voice, reaching down for her books that she had brought with her. Hagrid, still obviously clueless about the tension between Virginia and Hermione, sat a large cup of tea in front of Virginia.
"Why---Why are you ignoring me, Hermione?" asked Virginia, quietly. Her eyes were downcast, fixing themselves upon Fang's quizzically, tilted head. If Hermione might not have been here, she might've even smiled at the goofiness of the dog. An uncomfortable filled the hut and Hermione shifted uneasily as she reached for the door handle. "It's because of Ron and Harry, isn't it?"
"Virginia, it's just...you know how Ron gets about these things,"said Hermione, simply and shortly. Hermione walked slowly back to the table and pulled her chair back out, setting her books upon it. She reached out a pale hand and stroked Fang's head, watching Virginia like a hawk. Virginia squirmed beneath her gaze.
"Harry..he...told you to, didn't he?" Virginia accused in a strengthening voice, looking harshly at Hermione with her chocolate eyes ablaze. Now it was Hermione's turn to suffer beneath a powerful gaze, a gaze full of hurt and anger, of pain and sorrow, of frustration.
"Yes, yes he did,"said Hermione, picking up the books in her thin arms and marching straight to the door. The door opened and Hermione slid gracefully through, letting it close heavily behind her. Virginia's eyes stung with tears as she tried to maintain the same gaze upon the spot where her ex-best friend had once been standing.
Virginia shook her head and looked at Hagrid, "Did...Harry tell you?"
"Yes, a shame. Never seen such good friends as 'Arry and Ron. Best friends if I e'er did see, like bro'ers,"said Hagrid, his voice thick and full of sympathy. "'Arry also mentioned Ron tearing 'part yer life, pity."
Virginia looked confused,"But, Harry told Hermione not to talk to me! HOW CAN HE FEEL SORRY! HOW? TELL ME PLEASE!" Tears of frustration dropped shamelessly down her face, but she ran her gloved hand across her face. "Please."
"You see, 'Arry di'nt want ter drag you into this. But 'is only revenge on Ron is 'is sister, righ'? So 'Arry struck low on Ron, by telling 'Ermione not ter talk to you,"said Hagrid, shrugging. Apparently, he was confused as well.
"Thanks, well...atleast I know I am a pawn in this crazy game those two blunderheads are playing," said Virginia, anger bubbled in her stomach as she shot up. "I have to go, Hagrid. I am sorry." She hurriedly walked to the door and swung it open, walking out in the bitter air.
"Pawn. PAWN IN THEIR GAME!" shouted Virginia, anger taking the best of her. Not one person turned to stare, for they were distracted by their childish, snowball fights. She sighed as she stood there, looking at the sky, grieving that God had dealt her such a hand.
"'Ello, Ginny,"said Ron, brightly. "I see you visit--"
"YOU! You...you....,"stammed Virginia, trying to find the words and then said bitterly. "It's Virginia."
"Since WHEN?" snorted Ron, looking at his younger sister in bewilderment.
"Since the summer, but if you really cared you'd know."
"I DO care."
"Enough to cut me off from the world I know?"
"Yes."
Virginia's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, tears stinging her eyes. "I hate you, Ronald Weasley. NEVER talk to me again!" Apparently, Ron got quite a kick out of this, but when Virginia slapped him across the face, he looked surprised. "Never,"she hissed venemously.
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Not many students were in the hallway, considering it was a Saturday and they were scattered about the Hogwarts grounds. The morning was crisp and clear, though the cold still bit harshly. The sky was a sharp, blue and clouds floated lazily across the sky as a pale winter sun reflected onto the cold, hard ground. Students played outside in the slowly melting snow from days before and their laughter and joy penetrated the windows near them.
Virginia Weasley trudged towards Hagrid's Hut, which looked very promising in the areas of heat and comfort. She wasn't positive if Ron had forbidden her to go there, but she didn't care and snuggled deeper into the soft, scarlet-gold scarf. Her black cloak swirled behind her as she walked, letting some of the cold air creep up the back of her legs. When she reached the foot of the cabin, she raised one gloved hand to the door and knocked heavily. "'Ello, Hargrid! It's G--Virginia!" shouted Virginia, who had shed her old nickname quite some time ago.
Fang's barks broke the peaceful silence as the heavy door creaked open and Virginia put on her best smile. Hagrid looked a bit surprised through the massive amounts of black hair on his face, but he smiled anyways. Virginia was hoping she didn't catch Hermione or Harry here, for the result would be catastrophic for her, and her social life didn't need to go down another 10 feet. "'Ello, Ginny. Nice ter see you again,"said Hagrid.
Sitting inside was Hermione, and Virginia's heart dropped a bit. Hermione looked back at her cup of tea, pretending to be interested in it, as it swirled around and around. Hagrid looked unsurely at the two, and pulled out a thick chair for Virginia to sit in. She sat down greatfully, looking at Hermione with a look of forgiveness etched onto her face.
"Well, Hargid, I think it is time I should be goi--,"started Hermione in a rushed voice, reaching down for her books that she had brought with her. Hagrid, still obviously clueless about the tension between Virginia and Hermione, sat a large cup of tea in front of Virginia.
"Why---Why are you ignoring me, Hermione?" asked Virginia, quietly. Her eyes were downcast, fixing themselves upon Fang's quizzically, tilted head. If Hermione might not have been here, she might've even smiled at the goofiness of the dog. An uncomfortable filled the hut and Hermione shifted uneasily as she reached for the door handle. "It's because of Ron and Harry, isn't it?"
"Virginia, it's just...you know how Ron gets about these things,"said Hermione, simply and shortly. Hermione walked slowly back to the table and pulled her chair back out, setting her books upon it. She reached out a pale hand and stroked Fang's head, watching Virginia like a hawk. Virginia squirmed beneath her gaze.
"Harry..he...told you to, didn't he?" Virginia accused in a strengthening voice, looking harshly at Hermione with her chocolate eyes ablaze. Now it was Hermione's turn to suffer beneath a powerful gaze, a gaze full of hurt and anger, of pain and sorrow, of frustration.
"Yes, yes he did,"said Hermione, picking up the books in her thin arms and marching straight to the door. The door opened and Hermione slid gracefully through, letting it close heavily behind her. Virginia's eyes stung with tears as she tried to maintain the same gaze upon the spot where her ex-best friend had once been standing.
Virginia shook her head and looked at Hagrid, "Did...Harry tell you?"
"Yes, a shame. Never seen such good friends as 'Arry and Ron. Best friends if I e'er did see, like bro'ers,"said Hagrid, his voice thick and full of sympathy. "'Arry also mentioned Ron tearing 'part yer life, pity."
Virginia looked confused,"But, Harry told Hermione not to talk to me! HOW CAN HE FEEL SORRY! HOW? TELL ME PLEASE!" Tears of frustration dropped shamelessly down her face, but she ran her gloved hand across her face. "Please."
"You see, 'Arry di'nt want ter drag you into this. But 'is only revenge on Ron is 'is sister, righ'? So 'Arry struck low on Ron, by telling 'Ermione not ter talk to you,"said Hagrid, shrugging. Apparently, he was confused as well.
"Thanks, well...atleast I know I am a pawn in this crazy game those two blunderheads are playing," said Virginia, anger bubbled in her stomach as she shot up. "I have to go, Hagrid. I am sorry." She hurriedly walked to the door and swung it open, walking out in the bitter air.
"Pawn. PAWN IN THEIR GAME!" shouted Virginia, anger taking the best of her. Not one person turned to stare, for they were distracted by their childish, snowball fights. She sighed as she stood there, looking at the sky, grieving that God had dealt her such a hand.
"'Ello, Ginny,"said Ron, brightly. "I see you visit--"
"YOU! You...you....,"stammed Virginia, trying to find the words and then said bitterly. "It's Virginia."
"Since WHEN?" snorted Ron, looking at his younger sister in bewilderment.
"Since the summer, but if you really cared you'd know."
"I DO care."
"Enough to cut me off from the world I know?"
"Yes."
Virginia's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, tears stinging her eyes. "I hate you, Ronald Weasley. NEVER talk to me again!" Apparently, Ron got quite a kick out of this, but when Virginia slapped him across the face, he looked surprised. "Never,"she hissed venemously.