"Smith," She called out. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. A chubby little man popped his head in smiling, "please get Mr. Malfoy for me please."
He nodded and left. No sooner then a minute came a sulky, Malfoy, "yes?" He said feeling annoyed.
"Have you heard the horrible news?" She asked. Picking her choices carefully.
He shrugged, "theres a lot of bad news today."
She sighed, "about Mr. Zabini. Did you find out he died last night? It seems he was attacked by your dragon."
"Really?" Malfoy said, "I heard he was dead but nothing about my dragon."
She looked him in the eye, "so you did hear this news?"
He nodded.
She smiled at him, "funny," she said, "because I just saw Zabini this morning. Fully well, I assure you."
Malfoy seemed to pale even more but said nothing.
"Did you also happen to know that, Smith, has just reported to me that my prized eye of the dragon neclace was stolen from the museum this morning. Did you know about this?" She asked remaining calm.
Malfoy gave her a blank look, "no not at all."
Ginny pursed her lips. The museum was set up by her brother and her. She had went to go collect dragon valubles. "So nothing? Because I assure you that it'll have to be closed down once we can't find it."
"I'm sure I have no clue where it is," Malfoy said.
She nodded, "you're fired." She said casually as if it were nothing.
"What?" Malfoy asked.
She looked at him, "don't make me say this again. I am very picky about my workers Mr. Malfoy. If I find one worker unable to control their dragon they must be fired. So you have two days to pack up your hut and leave."
He stood up with out a word and left. She sighed and followed him out. She needed a relaxing afternoon. So she headed back to her hut. Heading in she looked around, "Zabini?"
"Kitchen," a voice yelled not to far. She took of her shoes and headed over. Zabini smiled at her when she came in. Her stomach nearly fainted by itself. The smell was wonderful. "Hungry?"
She smiled back...uncertain, "yes...since when are you so polite?"
He shurgged-again forgetting about the hit he took-he winced, "when well this stupid thing heal?"
Ginny shurgged and sat at the table, "the deeper the wound the slower." She said staring dreamily at the food before her. "You didn't by any chance poisoned it did you?"
Zabini smirked and scoop up some of the food. He let her get another good wiff before placing it in his mouth, "mmm...no, I don't think I did."
She swallowed and licked her lips, "since when are you such a great cook?"
He looked her in the eye before eating another bite. She bit her lip and watch him place it in his mouth. Her stomach rumbled in effect, "you learn things."
She nodded and watch him scoop up another spoon full for another bite. "You sure you not going to eat this?"
"Oh bloody hell! Give me the damn spoon!" She said reaching for it before he pulled it away from her. She pouted, "come on...please?"
He scooped up a bite. He placed it in front of her mouth. She looked at it and licked her lips again, "eat," he said. She followed instuctions and chewed it happily.
"I must say, Zabini," she said smiling at him, "it's great."
He raised an eyebrow, "want your own plate?"
"Oh," she said sarcastically, "and here I thought you were going to feed me it all."
He shook his head, "your something alright, Weasley."
He nodded and left. No sooner then a minute came a sulky, Malfoy, "yes?" He said feeling annoyed.
"Have you heard the horrible news?" She asked. Picking her choices carefully.
He shrugged, "theres a lot of bad news today."
She sighed, "about Mr. Zabini. Did you find out he died last night? It seems he was attacked by your dragon."
"Really?" Malfoy said, "I heard he was dead but nothing about my dragon."
She looked him in the eye, "so you did hear this news?"
He nodded.
She smiled at him, "funny," she said, "because I just saw Zabini this morning. Fully well, I assure you."
Malfoy seemed to pale even more but said nothing.
"Did you also happen to know that, Smith, has just reported to me that my prized eye of the dragon neclace was stolen from the museum this morning. Did you know about this?" She asked remaining calm.
Malfoy gave her a blank look, "no not at all."
Ginny pursed her lips. The museum was set up by her brother and her. She had went to go collect dragon valubles. "So nothing? Because I assure you that it'll have to be closed down once we can't find it."
"I'm sure I have no clue where it is," Malfoy said.
She nodded, "you're fired." She said casually as if it were nothing.
"What?" Malfoy asked.
She looked at him, "don't make me say this again. I am very picky about my workers Mr. Malfoy. If I find one worker unable to control their dragon they must be fired. So you have two days to pack up your hut and leave."
He stood up with out a word and left. She sighed and followed him out. She needed a relaxing afternoon. So she headed back to her hut. Heading in she looked around, "Zabini?"
"Kitchen," a voice yelled not to far. She took of her shoes and headed over. Zabini smiled at her when she came in. Her stomach nearly fainted by itself. The smell was wonderful. "Hungry?"
She smiled back...uncertain, "yes...since when are you so polite?"
He shurgged-again forgetting about the hit he took-he winced, "when well this stupid thing heal?"
Ginny shurgged and sat at the table, "the deeper the wound the slower." She said staring dreamily at the food before her. "You didn't by any chance poisoned it did you?"
Zabini smirked and scoop up some of the food. He let her get another good wiff before placing it in his mouth, "mmm...no, I don't think I did."
She swallowed and licked her lips, "since when are you such a great cook?"
He looked her in the eye before eating another bite. She bit her lip and watch him place it in his mouth. Her stomach rumbled in effect, "you learn things."
She nodded and watch him scoop up another spoon full for another bite. "You sure you not going to eat this?"
"Oh bloody hell! Give me the damn spoon!" She said reaching for it before he pulled it away from her. She pouted, "come on...please?"
He scooped up a bite. He placed it in front of her mouth. She looked at it and licked her lips again, "eat," he said. She followed instuctions and chewed it happily.
"I must say, Zabini," she said smiling at him, "it's great."
He raised an eyebrow, "want your own plate?"
"Oh," she said sarcastically, "and here I thought you were going to feed me it all."
He shook his head, "your something alright, Weasley."