Chapter 2: Of Prince and Gits
"Ginny! Are you still staring at that guinea? But you hardly remember what he looks like. You can't even remember the colour of his hair, his eyes and you tell me he's your Prince. Forgive me but I really cannot comprehend that," Ron yelled at his sister.
"Shut up, Ron. Nobody asked your opinion. Mom said that we'd be leaving for King Cross Station soon. Have you gotten your trunk?" Ginny yelled back. It's Ron's first year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so Ginny would be spending the whole school term alone at home with her brothers all away. This was going to be a painfully lonely year. If her Prince were truly Ron's age, then he might be Ron's schoolmate, which means she could get to see him at the station today. "Maybe I'd remember him if I saw him," thought Ginny to herself as she stared at her guinea.
"Come on Ginny. Let's go," yelled her mother. Ginny kept her guinea in her locket and secured it to her neck with the chain Bill had given her for Christmas last year.
"Excuse me, excuse me. Could you tell how to...to...ump..." a boy with warm green eyes, black scruffy hair and a pair of cute glasses asked as he pushed his cart towards Ginny and her family.
"How to get on the platform? Well, it's Ron's first time too," said her mother pointing towards Ron, who gave a wide smile, "all you have to do is to walk straight towards the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it with a bit-of-a run if you're nervous".
"Good luck," Ginny said as she watched the boy run towards the wall and disappearing through it. Followed by her brother, then finally, she allowed herself to be led away by her parents.
"What soft green eyes...I wonder if he's my Prince? He probably recognised Ron from somewhere," Ginny thought, smiling to herself as she walked behind her parents.
"Oof," she cried out as she felt someone knock into her. Turning around, she saw a boy about Ron's age with cold silver eyes and an obnoxiously blonde head of hair, clad in black from head to toe.
"Watch where you're going, kid," he scowled and ran off. At that, Ginny erased any intentions she had of apologizing. "What a git," she thought to herself as she ran towards her father's magical Ford Anglia.
"Ginny! Are you still staring at that guinea? But you hardly remember what he looks like. You can't even remember the colour of his hair, his eyes and you tell me he's your Prince. Forgive me but I really cannot comprehend that," Ron yelled at his sister.
"Shut up, Ron. Nobody asked your opinion. Mom said that we'd be leaving for King Cross Station soon. Have you gotten your trunk?" Ginny yelled back. It's Ron's first year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so Ginny would be spending the whole school term alone at home with her brothers all away. This was going to be a painfully lonely year. If her Prince were truly Ron's age, then he might be Ron's schoolmate, which means she could get to see him at the station today. "Maybe I'd remember him if I saw him," thought Ginny to herself as she stared at her guinea.
"Come on Ginny. Let's go," yelled her mother. Ginny kept her guinea in her locket and secured it to her neck with the chain Bill had given her for Christmas last year.
"Excuse me, excuse me. Could you tell how to...to...ump..." a boy with warm green eyes, black scruffy hair and a pair of cute glasses asked as he pushed his cart towards Ginny and her family.
"How to get on the platform? Well, it's Ron's first time too," said her mother pointing towards Ron, who gave a wide smile, "all you have to do is to walk straight towards the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it with a bit-of-a run if you're nervous".
"Good luck," Ginny said as she watched the boy run towards the wall and disappearing through it. Followed by her brother, then finally, she allowed herself to be led away by her parents.
"What soft green eyes...I wonder if he's my Prince? He probably recognised Ron from somewhere," Ginny thought, smiling to herself as she walked behind her parents.
"Oof," she cried out as she felt someone knock into her. Turning around, she saw a boy about Ron's age with cold silver eyes and an obnoxiously blonde head of hair, clad in black from head to toe.
"Watch where you're going, kid," he scowled and ran off. At that, Ginny erased any intentions she had of apologizing. "What a git," she thought to herself as she ran towards her father's magical Ford Anglia.