Disclaimer: I don't own Hp. In fact I don't own this story idea. I ripped
it off the thousands of poor avril wanabees with one exception, unlike them
I don't threaten to stalk people who give me bad reviews or advice. I laugh
at myself.
Rawk on!!!111
Satisfied, she picked up her bag, walked through the gate and readied herself for her mothers reaction.
The front door was wide open but Ginny still had truble getting her immense bag through the door. The small commotion caused by this alerted the others to her presence. 10 jaws dropped simulatinously. Bill was the first one to come to his senses. "New look Ginny?" he said with a one-sided smile and a mischevious look in his eyes. Ginny beamed at him, she had known her oldest brother would approve of her change, being a punk himself. He stood up and walked past her and up the stairs, bending down briefly to whisper in her ear, "I pity you, I really do."
He didn't need to explain what he meant. eight other faces, six Wesley, one Harry, one Hermione, looked at her from the couch with mixed expressions, amusement(the twins and Charlie), approval (Harry - who was looking at her legs), disgust (Hermione - who was also looking at her legs), outrage(her Mother) and concern(her Father). Ginny braced her ears. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOURSELF YOUNG LADY!?!?" Mrs Wesley exploded, "YOU LOOK LIKE A COMMON PROSTITUTE!!!" "Hi Mum, Hi Dad," Ginny tried to difuse the situation," . surprise?" "You're not getting out of it that easily, Virginia Luisa Wesley," Mrs Wesleys innitial shock had turned into complete and utter disgust, "Now tell me, what on earth has posessed you to do THAT to your hair?" "I was bored of my old hair," Ginny said exasparated, "I wanted to change it." "Now, really Ginny," her Father said gravely, the image of parentil concern, "You know we support all your decisions but there are some instances where permission needs to be asked - " "Well, fuck you and your permission. It's my life. DEAL!." And she turned on her heel and stormed up the crooked staircase to her room.
Throwing herself on the bed Ginny wept bitter sobs into her pillow for a while before she felt a compforting hand on her shoulder. Looking up through her tears Ginny saw Harry's symathetic face and smiled a trembelling smile. "Damn Mum doesn't understand," she sniffed dismally.
"Here," Harry said thrusting his handkerchief at her," Take this." "Thanks." Ginny blowed her nose loudly and dabbed her eyes. Turning over, she suddenly remembering something she covered her face in her hands, "Oh no! My mascara's not waterproof. I must look terrible!" "You never look terrible, Ginny." Harru said simply.
A/N: This chapter was easier then the last for some reason. The style's changed a little but hopefully it's still as crap as ever.
Rawk on!!!111
Satisfied, she picked up her bag, walked through the gate and readied herself for her mothers reaction.
The front door was wide open but Ginny still had truble getting her immense bag through the door. The small commotion caused by this alerted the others to her presence. 10 jaws dropped simulatinously. Bill was the first one to come to his senses. "New look Ginny?" he said with a one-sided smile and a mischevious look in his eyes. Ginny beamed at him, she had known her oldest brother would approve of her change, being a punk himself. He stood up and walked past her and up the stairs, bending down briefly to whisper in her ear, "I pity you, I really do."
He didn't need to explain what he meant. eight other faces, six Wesley, one Harry, one Hermione, looked at her from the couch with mixed expressions, amusement(the twins and Charlie), approval (Harry - who was looking at her legs), disgust (Hermione - who was also looking at her legs), outrage(her Mother) and concern(her Father). Ginny braced her ears. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOURSELF YOUNG LADY!?!?" Mrs Wesley exploded, "YOU LOOK LIKE A COMMON PROSTITUTE!!!" "Hi Mum, Hi Dad," Ginny tried to difuse the situation," . surprise?" "You're not getting out of it that easily, Virginia Luisa Wesley," Mrs Wesleys innitial shock had turned into complete and utter disgust, "Now tell me, what on earth has posessed you to do THAT to your hair?" "I was bored of my old hair," Ginny said exasparated, "I wanted to change it." "Now, really Ginny," her Father said gravely, the image of parentil concern, "You know we support all your decisions but there are some instances where permission needs to be asked - " "Well, fuck you and your permission. It's my life. DEAL!." And she turned on her heel and stormed up the crooked staircase to her room.
Throwing herself on the bed Ginny wept bitter sobs into her pillow for a while before she felt a compforting hand on her shoulder. Looking up through her tears Ginny saw Harry's symathetic face and smiled a trembelling smile. "Damn Mum doesn't understand," she sniffed dismally.
"Here," Harry said thrusting his handkerchief at her," Take this." "Thanks." Ginny blowed her nose loudly and dabbed her eyes. Turning over, she suddenly remembering something she covered her face in her hands, "Oh no! My mascara's not waterproof. I must look terrible!" "You never look terrible, Ginny." Harru said simply.
A/N: This chapter was easier then the last for some reason. The style's changed a little but hopefully it's still as crap as ever.