The dark Phoenix
I hate the world sometimes... It doesn't seem to like me much either..
Ginny stepped out into the vaste marble halls once again, the place she knew so well and
hated so well, exactly like many other students. Virginia breathed a sigh, "Yet another year of
headaches is about to commence.." she mumbled to herself under her breath. Unluckily somebody
heard her, somebody she loathed and despised above all else, "What do you mean WEASEL? Not happy to
be back?" Draco Malfoy sneered at the red head.
Life likes to toy with my emotions, I just feel trapped, why me?
What is it with peoples and the books cover? It doesn't always tell you what's inside..
"Bloody Hell Malfoy, leave my sister alone!" growled her overprotective brother Ron.
Ginny sighed and shook her head, anything but this, Ginny fiddled with the hem of her uniform
while trying not to act like Hermine. Finally fed up with waiting, the red head snapped at
them, "LISTEN, STOP FIGHTING!"
Why can't everybody just be quiet, my head hurts...
Her musical voice resounded within the halls that were still slightly smelly from the twin's fiasco and reached
the ears of the nearby teacher, the professor of transfiguration, Professor Minnerva McGonagal.
Well, this is going to be just oodles of fun!
Thanks alot guys... I really need a detention to start off the school year...
~~
The sun trailed sweet kisses on her brow as she turned away from it's ever-smiling face, "I don't want to get up." she
mumbled in a slurred speach pattern, still drowsy from the night before. After her encounter with
McGonagal she had decided a little fire whisky to be in order; though she fully regretted it now, the dull
throbbing pain in her frontal lobe assured that she'd hesitate before trying again.
ibGod, put me out of my misery! It hurts../b/i
The sky seemed to laugh at her mental plea, finally awake she rolled out of bed; extremly agitated
and it showed clearly in her appearence. Hair flug to this way and that, ink blotches on her cheek
from a leaky quill, all in all, Virginia would have given anything to just say in the warm, safe confines
of her covers. Though she knew that to not be an option; so ever slowly, she got out of her night robe
and put on a pair of jeans and t-shirt she'd nikked from a muggle mall. Slipping her school robe over
top; she went about fixing her appearence, first things first. The ink blotches had to go.
bi To hell with it, I'm going to cast a spell to fix this!/b/i
"Whisper softly, smile lightly, distinguish none but what should be there rightly." she murmured under
her breath, a smile alighted her features when she noticed the blotches and other things being fixed,
her hair, makeup, ect.
ib Well that worked better than I thought it would../i/b
I hate the world sometimes... It doesn't seem to like me much either..
Ginny stepped out into the vaste marble halls once again, the place she knew so well and
hated so well, exactly like many other students. Virginia breathed a sigh, "Yet another year of
headaches is about to commence.." she mumbled to herself under her breath. Unluckily somebody
heard her, somebody she loathed and despised above all else, "What do you mean WEASEL? Not happy to
be back?" Draco Malfoy sneered at the red head.
Life likes to toy with my emotions, I just feel trapped, why me?
What is it with peoples and the books cover? It doesn't always tell you what's inside..
"Bloody Hell Malfoy, leave my sister alone!" growled her overprotective brother Ron.
Ginny sighed and shook her head, anything but this, Ginny fiddled with the hem of her uniform
while trying not to act like Hermine. Finally fed up with waiting, the red head snapped at
them, "LISTEN, STOP FIGHTING!"
Why can't everybody just be quiet, my head hurts...
Her musical voice resounded within the halls that were still slightly smelly from the twin's fiasco and reached
the ears of the nearby teacher, the professor of transfiguration, Professor Minnerva McGonagal.
Well, this is going to be just oodles of fun!
Thanks alot guys... I really need a detention to start off the school year...
~~
The sun trailed sweet kisses on her brow as she turned away from it's ever-smiling face, "I don't want to get up." she
mumbled in a slurred speach pattern, still drowsy from the night before. After her encounter with
McGonagal she had decided a little fire whisky to be in order; though she fully regretted it now, the dull
throbbing pain in her frontal lobe assured that she'd hesitate before trying again.
ibGod, put me out of my misery! It hurts../b/i
The sky seemed to laugh at her mental plea, finally awake she rolled out of bed; extremly agitated
and it showed clearly in her appearence. Hair flug to this way and that, ink blotches on her cheek
from a leaky quill, all in all, Virginia would have given anything to just say in the warm, safe confines
of her covers. Though she knew that to not be an option; so ever slowly, she got out of her night robe
and put on a pair of jeans and t-shirt she'd nikked from a muggle mall. Slipping her school robe over
top; she went about fixing her appearence, first things first. The ink blotches had to go.
bi To hell with it, I'm going to cast a spell to fix this!/b/i
"Whisper softly, smile lightly, distinguish none but what should be there rightly." she murmured under
her breath, a smile alighted her features when she noticed the blotches and other things being fixed,
her hair, makeup, ect.
ib Well that worked better than I thought it would../i/b