(A/N: I haven't written in a while, I hope I don't suck. I really want to finish this particular fic...)
Chapter 6
Ginny Weasley and the Secret Invitations
Early morning sunshine softly stole into the room, trying desperately not to disturb the young woman scribbling away on parchment with a purple inked quill. Her glistening red hair stroked her cheek as it slipped from behind her ear. Ginny sat up in her desk chair and sighed. She stretched her arms lazily into the air and yawned widely. She gathered the scattered pieces of parchement and shoved them into their respective envelopes. Ginny leaned over her desk and slid open the small window,
"Persia!" she called into the morning sunshine.
Her golden brown owl with large dark eyes flew silently from the small tower addition that Fred and George had funded with their store money. She neatly explained to her owl, a gift when she became Head Girl in her seventh year, where the letters were to be sent. Not three seconds after Persia had vanished from sight, there was a soft tap or two at Ginny's door.
"Come in," Ginny sighed.
Fred's head popped through the small opening he made in the door, "Sooo, how are you sis?"
Ginny gave him the look that told him to quit playing games.
"Riiiight," Fred said, a his wide grin fading a bit. "Just wondering if you'd remembered to invite everyone on that list of yours."
"What list?"
"That list... you know. That you and Mum made."
"Fred," Ginny said, trying to keep a straight face. "I didn't make a list."
Confusion spread across Fred's sea blue eyes, "You didn't?"
Ginny nearly choked on her restrained giggles.
"Oh, well... Who'd you invite?" He tried again.
"Invite to what?"
Fred's eyes narrowed to slits, "You're just toying with me, aren't you?"
Ginny finally let loose her pent up laughter. Fred glared daggers at her until she'd wiped her eyes and finally composed herself.
"Fred, I invited them."
"You could have just told me that in the first place."
"No, I had to see you crawl."
Fred slammed the door hard enough so dust shook down through her bedroom ceiling and the ghoul howled in the attic.
---
Tap, tap, tap.
Colin placed another finishing nail.
Tap, tap, tap.
There, he thought and pulled the frame up into better light to see his handiwork. His smile faded when he set down the frame and looked at the ominous pile of unfinished frames. He wished Dennis wasn't visiting their parents and could be here to help him with this next shipment. He resolutely cracked his knuckles and bent down for some more wood.
Tap, tap, tap.
Colin jumped and banged the back of his head on the work bench. He straightened up, seeing stars swirl around his vision.
Tap, tap, tap.
"We're closed!" Colin shouted, gritting his teeth against the pain.
Tap, tap, tap.
"I SAID--" Colin stopped mid-sentence when he saw the rich golden owl on the window sill.
"Oh..."
---
Steam frothed sensously out of Lucy's tea cup as she breathed in the aroma. She quietly plopped down into her overstuffed purple chair and again breathed deeply. Vacation was so beautiful after spending a week following around a wizard band for a story. Lucy shook her short, ebnoy hair to release more of the bath water still dripping from the tips. Her physique was Asian, but her countence was that of the Queen of England. She loved "me time", as she had dubbed it. She reached for the remote to her muggle TV and quickly channel surfed until she found some American Muggle Soap Operas. She smiled with pleasure, the program showing happened to be her favorite, General Hospital. She sipped some of her tea and licked her lips as she readied herself for Sonny and Carly's next big fight.
There was a succession of three small taps at the window, dragging Lucy out of her soap opera. She hastily set down the tea and gathered her pink fluffy robe about her so she could stand up. She slid the window open just enough so the bird could slide the letter in, but not let in the cold as well. She murmured a thank you to the bird and looked for the addressee.
"To, Lucy Luin. From, Ginevra Weasley."
"Gin?" She thought out loud. "I hope she'd not calling me back into work." Lucy huffed. "I'm on vacation!"
---
Slow, drawling music, coffe grinds, and cool weather were the key ingredients to a perfect day, or so it seemed to the young woman with her green high-heel shoed feet kicked up on the table, tapping in time with the music. Her brown eyes scanned the pages of the "Belle Witch", the local newspaper for wizards. Her head unconciously nodded back and forth, making her long dishwater blonde hair shake and catch the light. A young man swept opent the coffee shop door, flooding the toasty room with a few seconds of refreshing frost.
"Alice!" he shouted, spotting the newspaper reading girl. She acknowledged him with nod of her head, yet remain engrossed in her newspaper.
"You got a letter." He whispered.
Alice shrugged, "I'll read it later."
"It's from Ginny."
The paper was instantly on the table, and the letter open in her fingers. Aaron blinked for a moment then scooted behind her chair so he could read over his sister's shoulder.
"Dear Alice (and I'm sure Aaron),
Hello and how do you do. I hope you two are healthy and happy. But, well wishes it's what I want to write about. I know we only just owled you with the news Ron is engaged... Well, now I am. His name is Harry Potter-
"Who's that?" Aaron asked, interrupting Alice's reading.
"He's that friend Ron told us about, remember?"
"No."
Alice shrugged and continued reading.
"The wedding will be this June and it's a secret. Don't tell anyone you're coming to Britan for that reason! Ron reminded me to tell you and Aaron he has a time for his wedding, April 19th. I really wish you could come, and I can think of two people who will be extremely upset if you two don't show up.
With love,
Ginny"
Aaron and Alice let this information soak in. The coffee shop continued to bustle around them.
Aaron sighed, "Well, I'll book us international travel then. Four different trips? There, back and there, back?"
"No, just two." Alice said, her voice distant.
"Two?" Aaron said, poking her on the shoulder. "Just two?"
"Yes, there and back," Alice said, looking at her younger brother with a slight smirk. "I heard England was lovely from April to June."
---
Ginny walked slowly down the stairs, she'd been up since before dawn wriitng. She tried not to clatter too loudly as she pulled a pan out from under the stove and began to prepare a breakfast for herself, Molly, and Ron. She waved her wand lazily, letting the pan, stove, and eggs work on their own accord. She turned around and let out a shreik. Harry quickly put his hand over her mouth and hissed for her to shush.
"YOU SCARED ME!" Ginny raged when Harry removed his hand.
Harry smiled, "You needed it. Now, be quieter or everyone will wake up."
Ginny glared at him, "What do you care?"
"Well, I'd rather have time to talk to only you and not have Ron or your Mum butting in."
Ginny refused to smile, but her evil death glare was gone, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Have you sent your invitations?"
"This morning, you?"
"Yesterday."
"Who?"
"Remus, Neville, Dumbeldore, Tonks, and Moody. You?"
"Colin, Dennis, Lucy, and family friends in America."
"Family friends?"
"Alice and Aaron."
"Oh yeah, them. Are they going to come?"
"I don't know! I just sent the letters!" Ginny laughed softly. She turned around to mkae sure the eggs weren't getting over zealous and cooking them selves too long. Harry slipped his arms around her waist. Her laid his forhead on the right shoulder and breathed in the scent of her hair.
"Ginny."
"Mmmm?" Ginny said, soaking in the feeling of his embrace.
"I love you."
Ginny smiled, and some little girlish voice inside of her squeaked like a spastic fangril.
"I love you too," she replied. She could feel Harry smile in her shoulder.
"Ginny?" came a sleepy voice from down the hallway. Immediately Harry was three paces back from Ginny with his hands in his pockets. Molly entered the kitchen, a pale blue robe wrapped tightly about her.
"Oh, hello Harry dear," Molly crooned.
"Good morning Mrs. Weasley," I'd love to stay, but I've got to be at the Ministry for a meeting this morning." He smiled at Ginny and waved good-bye to Molly, then apparated.
Molly sighed and dropped into a chair. Ginny looked worriedly at her mother,
"Are you all right, mum?"
"Yes... no. Well, I've got something to tell you about."
Chapter 6
Ginny Weasley and the Secret Invitations
Early morning sunshine softly stole into the room, trying desperately not to disturb the young woman scribbling away on parchment with a purple inked quill. Her glistening red hair stroked her cheek as it slipped from behind her ear. Ginny sat up in her desk chair and sighed. She stretched her arms lazily into the air and yawned widely. She gathered the scattered pieces of parchement and shoved them into their respective envelopes. Ginny leaned over her desk and slid open the small window,
"Persia!" she called into the morning sunshine.
Her golden brown owl with large dark eyes flew silently from the small tower addition that Fred and George had funded with their store money. She neatly explained to her owl, a gift when she became Head Girl in her seventh year, where the letters were to be sent. Not three seconds after Persia had vanished from sight, there was a soft tap or two at Ginny's door.
"Come in," Ginny sighed.
Fred's head popped through the small opening he made in the door, "Sooo, how are you sis?"
Ginny gave him the look that told him to quit playing games.
"Riiiight," Fred said, a his wide grin fading a bit. "Just wondering if you'd remembered to invite everyone on that list of yours."
"What list?"
"That list... you know. That you and Mum made."
"Fred," Ginny said, trying to keep a straight face. "I didn't make a list."
Confusion spread across Fred's sea blue eyes, "You didn't?"
Ginny nearly choked on her restrained giggles.
"Oh, well... Who'd you invite?" He tried again.
"Invite to what?"
Fred's eyes narrowed to slits, "You're just toying with me, aren't you?"
Ginny finally let loose her pent up laughter. Fred glared daggers at her until she'd wiped her eyes and finally composed herself.
"Fred, I invited them."
"You could have just told me that in the first place."
"No, I had to see you crawl."
Fred slammed the door hard enough so dust shook down through her bedroom ceiling and the ghoul howled in the attic.
---
Tap, tap, tap.
Colin placed another finishing nail.
Tap, tap, tap.
There, he thought and pulled the frame up into better light to see his handiwork. His smile faded when he set down the frame and looked at the ominous pile of unfinished frames. He wished Dennis wasn't visiting their parents and could be here to help him with this next shipment. He resolutely cracked his knuckles and bent down for some more wood.
Tap, tap, tap.
Colin jumped and banged the back of his head on the work bench. He straightened up, seeing stars swirl around his vision.
Tap, tap, tap.
"We're closed!" Colin shouted, gritting his teeth against the pain.
Tap, tap, tap.
"I SAID--" Colin stopped mid-sentence when he saw the rich golden owl on the window sill.
"Oh..."
---
Steam frothed sensously out of Lucy's tea cup as she breathed in the aroma. She quietly plopped down into her overstuffed purple chair and again breathed deeply. Vacation was so beautiful after spending a week following around a wizard band for a story. Lucy shook her short, ebnoy hair to release more of the bath water still dripping from the tips. Her physique was Asian, but her countence was that of the Queen of England. She loved "me time", as she had dubbed it. She reached for the remote to her muggle TV and quickly channel surfed until she found some American Muggle Soap Operas. She smiled with pleasure, the program showing happened to be her favorite, General Hospital. She sipped some of her tea and licked her lips as she readied herself for Sonny and Carly's next big fight.
There was a succession of three small taps at the window, dragging Lucy out of her soap opera. She hastily set down the tea and gathered her pink fluffy robe about her so she could stand up. She slid the window open just enough so the bird could slide the letter in, but not let in the cold as well. She murmured a thank you to the bird and looked for the addressee.
"To, Lucy Luin. From, Ginevra Weasley."
"Gin?" She thought out loud. "I hope she'd not calling me back into work." Lucy huffed. "I'm on vacation!"
---
Slow, drawling music, coffe grinds, and cool weather were the key ingredients to a perfect day, or so it seemed to the young woman with her green high-heel shoed feet kicked up on the table, tapping in time with the music. Her brown eyes scanned the pages of the "Belle Witch", the local newspaper for wizards. Her head unconciously nodded back and forth, making her long dishwater blonde hair shake and catch the light. A young man swept opent the coffee shop door, flooding the toasty room with a few seconds of refreshing frost.
"Alice!" he shouted, spotting the newspaper reading girl. She acknowledged him with nod of her head, yet remain engrossed in her newspaper.
"You got a letter." He whispered.
Alice shrugged, "I'll read it later."
"It's from Ginny."
The paper was instantly on the table, and the letter open in her fingers. Aaron blinked for a moment then scooted behind her chair so he could read over his sister's shoulder.
"Dear Alice (and I'm sure Aaron),
Hello and how do you do. I hope you two are healthy and happy. But, well wishes it's what I want to write about. I know we only just owled you with the news Ron is engaged... Well, now I am. His name is Harry Potter-
"Who's that?" Aaron asked, interrupting Alice's reading.
"He's that friend Ron told us about, remember?"
"No."
Alice shrugged and continued reading.
"The wedding will be this June and it's a secret. Don't tell anyone you're coming to Britan for that reason! Ron reminded me to tell you and Aaron he has a time for his wedding, April 19th. I really wish you could come, and I can think of two people who will be extremely upset if you two don't show up.
With love,
Ginny"
Aaron and Alice let this information soak in. The coffee shop continued to bustle around them.
Aaron sighed, "Well, I'll book us international travel then. Four different trips? There, back and there, back?"
"No, just two." Alice said, her voice distant.
"Two?" Aaron said, poking her on the shoulder. "Just two?"
"Yes, there and back," Alice said, looking at her younger brother with a slight smirk. "I heard England was lovely from April to June."
---
Ginny walked slowly down the stairs, she'd been up since before dawn wriitng. She tried not to clatter too loudly as she pulled a pan out from under the stove and began to prepare a breakfast for herself, Molly, and Ron. She waved her wand lazily, letting the pan, stove, and eggs work on their own accord. She turned around and let out a shreik. Harry quickly put his hand over her mouth and hissed for her to shush.
"YOU SCARED ME!" Ginny raged when Harry removed his hand.
Harry smiled, "You needed it. Now, be quieter or everyone will wake up."
Ginny glared at him, "What do you care?"
"Well, I'd rather have time to talk to only you and not have Ron or your Mum butting in."
Ginny refused to smile, but her evil death glare was gone, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Have you sent your invitations?"
"This morning, you?"
"Yesterday."
"Who?"
"Remus, Neville, Dumbeldore, Tonks, and Moody. You?"
"Colin, Dennis, Lucy, and family friends in America."
"Family friends?"
"Alice and Aaron."
"Oh yeah, them. Are they going to come?"
"I don't know! I just sent the letters!" Ginny laughed softly. She turned around to mkae sure the eggs weren't getting over zealous and cooking them selves too long. Harry slipped his arms around her waist. Her laid his forhead on the right shoulder and breathed in the scent of her hair.
"Ginny."
"Mmmm?" Ginny said, soaking in the feeling of his embrace.
"I love you."
Ginny smiled, and some little girlish voice inside of her squeaked like a spastic fangril.
"I love you too," she replied. She could feel Harry smile in her shoulder.
"Ginny?" came a sleepy voice from down the hallway. Immediately Harry was three paces back from Ginny with his hands in his pockets. Molly entered the kitchen, a pale blue robe wrapped tightly about her.
"Oh, hello Harry dear," Molly crooned.
"Good morning Mrs. Weasley," I'd love to stay, but I've got to be at the Ministry for a meeting this morning." He smiled at Ginny and waved good-bye to Molly, then apparated.
Molly sighed and dropped into a chair. Ginny looked worriedly at her mother,
"Are you all right, mum?"
"Yes... no. Well, I've got something to tell you about."