August 4th, 1995

In a state of shock

Sort of.

I was never known for having much tact. People mistook me for being polite only because I was quiet. 'Weasley' and 'polite' do not belong in the same sentence. Unless Mum's dream comes true and Hermione ends up {I shudder at the thought} marrying my oaf of a brother, then I suppose she would be a Weasley who is polite most of the time…

Yes, back on subject. I was sick of knowing subconsciously that something was going on. I knew Jake was hiding something. I wanted to know everything. Why he trusted me so fast, when I'm pretty much a stranger to him. Why he has constant mood swings like a pregnant woman. HOW THE HELL HE CAN PRACTICALLY READ MY MIND!!!

It's been driving me insane, if you haven't noticed by now, oh smart one.

Being stubborn is good. He finally told me.

He told me what I needed to know, even though it's hard to believe and I laughed in his face the first time I heard it.

It went like this:

We were sitting under the huge willow tree in my backyard, in a slightly uncomfortable silence. I remember thinking that we were doomed to quite a depressing friendship if we were already running out of things to talk about, when I just blew up at him. Luckily, he was not in an arguing mood, so he sighed, waited for me to calm down and for his ears to stop ringing from my shrill yelling.

Then he muttered something almost incoherent under his breath. Make that COMPLETELY incoherent. I think he said something, anyway. I wasn't really paying attention to it until he asked, "What did I just say?"

I imagine I must have looked at him like he had grown five extra heads, all sporting a multi-colored beret. (A.N.—don't you just LOVE that imagery?)

"Huh?"

He muttered again.

I raised an eyebrow and stared at him.

"If you can hear this, I want some lunch." I deadpanned what he had said quietly before. As if on cue, his stomach growled rudely. I giggled.

"You're right. You heard what I said even though a normal human wouldn't normally be able to.

"Well, good on me, then. I suppose you have a point to this?"

"Yes. You see, you and I are quite a bit alike. I noticed this the first time I met you. I'm quite the bastard to most people (I snorted) but with you, I knew I could be different. I have never met anyone……and I mean ANYONE……. like you. I thought I was alone on this earth. I sensed what you were."

"What I am? A girl? Honestly, is this your idea of a brilliant pick-up line, Jake? It could use a bit of work."

He groaned and glared. "No, Gin, it's not. I don't know how to really tell you this…… you aren't an ordinary witch. Just like I'm not an ordinary wizard."

"O…..kay…."

"Have you ever heard of L'Une Douée?"

"L'Une Douée? Ne pourrait pas dire que j'ai, mais votre accent est fantastique. Serai-t-j'impressionné par ceci?" (A.N.—translation at bottom of page) I grinned, thankful I knew French even for only this one opportunity.

He continued, painfully ignoring my question.

"They are a select group of witches and wizards who, for some unknown reason, have special abilities. For example, your heightened hearing, and other senses. Centuries ago, there were hundreds of these people, but now, most have died off. It's very rare to find one anymore."

"Thanks, walking textbook, but what does this have to do with me?"

"You're one." He stated simply. "You're one of L'Une Douée. A Super Witch, if you will. I'm one too. Super Wizard." He clarified.

There was silence. Too much silence. Oh, the horrible silence.

"Super Witch? Sounds like a Muggle song." I said drolly. That made him sigh for the tenth time in the past 5 minutes. I guess I didn't entirely believe him yet. He sounded loony to me. I need to see for myself.

"This could be more dangerous than you think, Gin."

"Fine, fine."

"We should learn more about our powers and abilities before something drastic happens."

"Bloody hell, Jake, lighten up!"

"It's just like a witch or wizard that doesn't go to a school. They need to learn to control their power or they could end up hurting people. Just like us. Except we have more we need to control. They don't have a school or anything, considering we're quite alone here, but we can research everything in old textbooks."

"Goody. Be still my beating heart." What? I can't be held responsible for saying things I shouldn't say during certain circumstances!

So we researched.

Four hours later, we had created a list of everything L'Une Douée were capable of. Talk about impressive. This whole being Super Witch-y may have some advantages…….

- Heightened sense of smell, sight, hearing, touch, and taste.

- A little more strength than the average person. {6 brothers does that for you, what with all the self defense needed to survive}

- May have prophetic dreams.

- Greater sensitivity to strong emotions of others.

- Ability to converse with the deceased. {Whoa.}

- Able to make one Harry Potter realize that he has been madly in love with me for years, and to confess his undying love…….

Oh. Wait.

A.N.--The whole L'Une Douée thing is all made up by me, just bear with me if you are confused, ok? It was just a little idea I had. This story will still be funny fluff, it won't go all Last-battle-drama-angst-killing-Voldemort-and-evil on you. Ginny and Jake will just have some fun with their abilities evil grin.

Translation: L'Une Douée? Ne pourrait pas dire que j'ai, mais votre accent est fantastique. Serai-t-j'impressionné par ceci? {The Gifted Ones? Couldn't say I have, but your accent is fantastic. Shall I be impressed by this?}