Bored, and probably slightly drunk. Sorry.
Disclaimer: the grapefruit I'm eating and the (lack of) plot are mine, everything else isn't. I'm broke; don't sue...........
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SQUIRTING GRAPEFRUITS
Ginny Weasly sat down at the breakfast table, but she didn't pile any of the magically-imported-from-the-kitchen food onto her plate, as was her common practise. No, she had better things to eat.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a grapefruit.
It was fresh and fragrant, leaking citrusy goodness straight through its thick yellow skin. She held it in between two small hands, careful not to dent or to damage its precious delightfulness, lifting it to her nose and inhaling deeply. The almost-spherical shape of it mesmerised her. It smelled so luscious, so foreign.
Such a contrast to the bloody snow that kept piling up. When she looked up to the enchanted ceiling, Ginny saw that it was still falling. Damned snow. So cold.
But that didn't matter. She still held the grapefruit, mainly because she couldn't figure out what to do with it. Grapefruits were quite rare at Hogwarts; hers had been a gift from her grandmother on holiday somewhere where it was warm and not snowing and where there were tons of grapefruits. Ginny wanted to go there from the scent of the paper alone, especially after reading it. And then there was the delightful accompanying present. Ginny was a bit undereducated about grapefruits, so she'd given it a week to ripen fully. Now she was at breakfast.
She tentatively dug a nail into the skin. A slight dent appeared. She pressed harder.
It got a bit more dented.
She pressed even harder, feeling the soft inside. All of a sudden... squirt! Right into a third year's face. Ginny laughed. Now she could smell the grapefruit very clearly. It was nice and fresh. Peeling away the skin, she discovered a pinkish, fragrant interior, all wrapped into little parcels, like an orange.
This she could manage; oranges were pretty common ant Hogwarts, though grapefruits were rare. All she had to do was...
SQUIRT!
It was everywhere.
At least they all smelled nice and citrusy.
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Reviews are our friends, so please leave a lovely comment for the slightly tipsy author. No, seriously. All reviews will be endowed with virtual grapefruits... you know you want one!
Disclaimer: the grapefruit I'm eating and the (lack of) plot are mine, everything else isn't. I'm broke; don't sue...........
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SQUIRTING GRAPEFRUITS
Ginny Weasly sat down at the breakfast table, but she didn't pile any of the magically-imported-from-the-kitchen food onto her plate, as was her common practise. No, she had better things to eat.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a grapefruit.
It was fresh and fragrant, leaking citrusy goodness straight through its thick yellow skin. She held it in between two small hands, careful not to dent or to damage its precious delightfulness, lifting it to her nose and inhaling deeply. The almost-spherical shape of it mesmerised her. It smelled so luscious, so foreign.
Such a contrast to the bloody snow that kept piling up. When she looked up to the enchanted ceiling, Ginny saw that it was still falling. Damned snow. So cold.
But that didn't matter. She still held the grapefruit, mainly because she couldn't figure out what to do with it. Grapefruits were quite rare at Hogwarts; hers had been a gift from her grandmother on holiday somewhere where it was warm and not snowing and where there were tons of grapefruits. Ginny wanted to go there from the scent of the paper alone, especially after reading it. And then there was the delightful accompanying present. Ginny was a bit undereducated about grapefruits, so she'd given it a week to ripen fully. Now she was at breakfast.
She tentatively dug a nail into the skin. A slight dent appeared. She pressed harder.
It got a bit more dented.
She pressed even harder, feeling the soft inside. All of a sudden... squirt! Right into a third year's face. Ginny laughed. Now she could smell the grapefruit very clearly. It was nice and fresh. Peeling away the skin, she discovered a pinkish, fragrant interior, all wrapped into little parcels, like an orange.
This she could manage; oranges were pretty common ant Hogwarts, though grapefruits were rare. All she had to do was...
SQUIRT!
It was everywhere.
At least they all smelled nice and citrusy.
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Reviews are our friends, so please leave a lovely comment for the slightly tipsy author. No, seriously. All reviews will be endowed with virtual grapefruits... you know you want one!
