"Ginny dear, its time to leave," Dad called up the stairs. He has really changed since the death, I wanted to talk and console him but I couldn't bring myself to doing it. It hurt too much to talk about.

"Coming," I shouted. I gathered some more clothes and a new paint set, and ran down the stairs. As I got to the last step, Fred and George tripped me.

"FRED!! GEORGE!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?" I shrieked after I stopped tumbling. I could feel my face getting red and bottling up.

"Chill Gin," George said timidly, he was acting stranger than usual.

"Geezes, you never got so mad at us before," Fred chipped in.

"Well things have changed, I thought you would of at least got that through that thick skull of yours." I snapped and got up.

As I was sitting, I looked behind me and there were my paints, the ones mom got me for my birthday. That really infuriated me but instead of ripping the twins' heads off I collected my things and stuffed them into my trunk. A simple levitation spell and off I was; out of the house until Christmas.

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As the car came to a stop at King Cross Station I hoped out of the car, took my trunk out of the car trunk and helped everyone else. I could at least be helpful and kind since this would be the last time everyone would be together. Plus I didn't want to disappoint or sadden dad more if I didn't say goodbye to him before I left for my 4th school year. Dad was going to be all alone with us kids gone. I think I'll send him a letter each day to help him through this time, even though I've been distant and cruel to everyone else, I knew dad felt the same amount of pain as me.

We got all the trunks out of the car and left towards platform 9 and ¾.