Chapter 2:Restless
I wandered back upstairs to my room.What had happened to Bill?I wondered.I sat down on my bed and then stood up again.I was restless.I went downstairs again to raid the fridge.Nothing there to eat.I opened the pantry.Sighing,I grabbed the box of Cheerios.I started eating them by the handful,staring into space.I heard a creak on the stairs.I turned around to find Ron staring at me.
"I thought I heard someone up,"he said with a smile.
"Yeah.I can't sleep.I'm restless tonight but I have a reason for it,"I said and sat down at the kitchen table.
Ron sat in the chair beside me."What's up,sis?"I never minded sis coming from him for some odd reason.
"I didn't mean to but I eavesdropped on Mum and Dad,"I said,looking at him.
"So?Why does that make you restless?"he said.
"Well,Mum was crying.She said 'How can I tell them about Bill?',"I said.
"He's fine,"Ron lied.
"Don't lie to me,Ron.You know perfectly well I can see right through your lies,"I said.
"Just trying to offer some comfort,"he said,eyeing the box of Cheerios.
"Here,"I handed him the box.
He munched on them for a while.I looked at him.He had finally given up on pajamas and just slept in a pair of shorts.I noticed for the first time he really wasn't that scrawny.He did have some muscles.Ron looked up from his Cheerios,"Whatever it is Mum will tell us when the time is right.Don't worry,Gin."He got up put the cereal back in the pantry and gave me a quick hug.It surprised me because he was normally not one for affectionate gestures."G'night,Ginny girl."I watched him walk up the stairs.
I got up from the table and switched the small radio on.I sat there at the table for awhile,hoping themusic could lull me into a calm state of mind like it usually did.It didn't.I switched it off and wandered around the house for a bit.That didn't help me either.I decided fresh air might do me some good.I walked out into the orchard,the dew cool on the bottoms of my feet.I inhaled the scent of apples and decided tonight would be a good night for a quick flight.Quickly,I broke into our broomshed like I had done so many times before and picked up George's broom.I walked outside again and mounted the broom.I rose above the ground as quickly as a bird launching into flight.The breeze whistled through my hair.Free,for the moment,anyway.The moonlight illuminated the orchard below me and I found myself longing for my paints that I had bought earlier in the summer.No one knew I painted.I would normally wake at dawn and paint the sunrise.I would wander into the village on some days and paint the little churches there.An owl soared by me.I started and realized I had been flying for almost an hour.I swooped down into the trees and landed gently.I shouldered the broom and walked back to the shed.I set the broom down and set the lock again.
I crept into our house.It was as silent as a tomb.I quietly walked up the stairs,looking at the pictures on the wall.I reached my bedroom door and entered the room.Moonlight streamed through my window.Hermione was sleeping peacefully.I crawled into my bed.I layed on back,staring at the ceiling.With a sigh,I flipped over and stared at Hermione.I still wasn't able to sleep.I got up again and silently got my paints from the closet.I sat down at my bay window and painted the sleeping village that I could see in the distance.I finished it after about a half hour.I got another canvas an turned.Hermione snored gently.I smile;I would paint her and she need not know until tomorrow.I sat on my bed,drawing the contours of her face.I finished her face and started on her hair.It fanned acrosse the pillow,almost as if she had done it deliberately.Time to start painting.I mixed colors and painted.I was able to capture the moonlight shimmering across her face.With a smile,I put the painting in a special portion of my closet I had set aside for wet paintings.
Finally tired,I crawled into my bed again.I rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly.Little did I know,the world would tilt on its axis tomorrow and ruin my summer.
I wandered back upstairs to my room.What had happened to Bill?I wondered.I sat down on my bed and then stood up again.I was restless.I went downstairs again to raid the fridge.Nothing there to eat.I opened the pantry.Sighing,I grabbed the box of Cheerios.I started eating them by the handful,staring into space.I heard a creak on the stairs.I turned around to find Ron staring at me.
"I thought I heard someone up,"he said with a smile.
"Yeah.I can't sleep.I'm restless tonight but I have a reason for it,"I said and sat down at the kitchen table.
Ron sat in the chair beside me."What's up,sis?"I never minded sis coming from him for some odd reason.
"I didn't mean to but I eavesdropped on Mum and Dad,"I said,looking at him.
"So?Why does that make you restless?"he said.
"Well,Mum was crying.She said 'How can I tell them about Bill?',"I said.
"He's fine,"Ron lied.
"Don't lie to me,Ron.You know perfectly well I can see right through your lies,"I said.
"Just trying to offer some comfort,"he said,eyeing the box of Cheerios.
"Here,"I handed him the box.
He munched on them for a while.I looked at him.He had finally given up on pajamas and just slept in a pair of shorts.I noticed for the first time he really wasn't that scrawny.He did have some muscles.Ron looked up from his Cheerios,"Whatever it is Mum will tell us when the time is right.Don't worry,Gin."He got up put the cereal back in the pantry and gave me a quick hug.It surprised me because he was normally not one for affectionate gestures."G'night,Ginny girl."I watched him walk up the stairs.
I got up from the table and switched the small radio on.I sat there at the table for awhile,hoping themusic could lull me into a calm state of mind like it usually did.It didn't.I switched it off and wandered around the house for a bit.That didn't help me either.I decided fresh air might do me some good.I walked out into the orchard,the dew cool on the bottoms of my feet.I inhaled the scent of apples and decided tonight would be a good night for a quick flight.Quickly,I broke into our broomshed like I had done so many times before and picked up George's broom.I walked outside again and mounted the broom.I rose above the ground as quickly as a bird launching into flight.The breeze whistled through my hair.Free,for the moment,anyway.The moonlight illuminated the orchard below me and I found myself longing for my paints that I had bought earlier in the summer.No one knew I painted.I would normally wake at dawn and paint the sunrise.I would wander into the village on some days and paint the little churches there.An owl soared by me.I started and realized I had been flying for almost an hour.I swooped down into the trees and landed gently.I shouldered the broom and walked back to the shed.I set the broom down and set the lock again.
I crept into our house.It was as silent as a tomb.I quietly walked up the stairs,looking at the pictures on the wall.I reached my bedroom door and entered the room.Moonlight streamed through my window.Hermione was sleeping peacefully.I crawled into my bed.I layed on back,staring at the ceiling.With a sigh,I flipped over and stared at Hermione.I still wasn't able to sleep.I got up again and silently got my paints from the closet.I sat down at my bay window and painted the sleeping village that I could see in the distance.I finished it after about a half hour.I got another canvas an turned.Hermione snored gently.I smile;I would paint her and she need not know until tomorrow.I sat on my bed,drawing the contours of her face.I finished her face and started on her hair.It fanned acrosse the pillow,almost as if she had done it deliberately.Time to start painting.I mixed colors and painted.I was able to capture the moonlight shimmering across her face.With a smile,I put the painting in a special portion of my closet I had set aside for wet paintings.
Finally tired,I crawled into my bed again.I rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly.Little did I know,the world would tilt on its axis tomorrow and ruin my summer.