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Chapter 11
Ginny was so aggravated with the ghoul that she got up and departed the scene. "I don't care who sees me! This is so annoying!" She was concerned enough to hastily rush by Ron's bedroom door incase he and Harry didn't abscond yet. After she passed by, she heard a doorknob click and the door creak open.
"Ginny!" Ron called, but then she started running.
"What's up with her?" Harry asked. Ginny ran down to her bedroom.
"I don't think they noticed anything!" she panted as she hopped onto her bed. "Ginny—2; Ron and Harry—0!" She thought it more as a game she was playing and overlooked what gave her the challenge in the first place. She fell back into reality after her stomach growled.
"Those pumpkin pasties aren't very filling," she said to herself. "maybe Mum can make me a sandwich." But what if the boys are downstairs?, she thought. "They're probably in the attic 'investigating'," she laughed. She decided to leave for the kitchen and found Mrs. Weasley making supper. Ginny didn't realize what time it was or how long she stayed in the attic.
"Ginny! I haven't seen you all day! George said that you were feeling ill. Are you better?" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Yes, I'm better right now. I'm starving!" Ginny replied.
"You must be!" Mrs. Weasley said. "I'm so glad that you still have your appetite because we're having a feast in honor of our special guest."
Ginny gave her an edgy glance and Mrs. Weasley mistook it for a puzzled look.
"You couldn't have forgotten that Harry's here?" she asked.
"No, I know, Mum. To tell you the truth, I'm not feeling so great after all. Would it be all right if you could bring me some soup later?"
"I'm sorry to hear that dear, but I'll see what I can do. I wish you could join us, but if you don't feel so comfortable being around houseguests at the moment, then I see what you mean. I can tell you for a fact that your boil is gone."
"What?!" Ginny put her hand to her nose, and it felt normal. She picked up a hand mirror on the counter and saw that her face looked as if a boil never contaminated it. "But you said that it would take three days for it to heal!"
"Three days, three hours. Time goes by so fast. What's the difference?"
"Well, okay . . . As a matter of fact, I think I will join everyone for the feast!"
Mrs. Weasley smiled and gave her a wordless look.