S/N: {Skye's Note – for all those who couldn't figure it out by themselves} Silly Flan, how many times do I have to tell you? You're Lupin not Sirius...sorry, a bit of HP humour {yes, I know I'm not British...But the u is so much better}. Well, me and Flannie are both a little frazzled over here. It's our other sister's birthday today {no...she's not our twin, er, triplet. I said that! I really did! Have you ever heard anyone in real life actually use er? AHHHHHHH, EVIL TANGENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!} Everyone say 'Happy Birthday' to Snoopyfan1 {no, that's not her real name and my parents don't take pleasure in handing out cruel and unusual names. That's unconstitutional, UNCONSTITUTIONAL! But only if you live in the US...}
Chapter 3: Green Smoke and Quidditch"Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said to her youngest child and only daughter as they started breakfast, "you're looking exhausted again, dear, didn't you sleep well?"
Ginny shook her head, too tired to speak.
"Well, if you need to talk about anything," she assured her daughter.
"I'm okay, Mum," Ginny sighed, "Thanks anyway."
They continued buttering toast, cooking bacon, and brewing coffee. Ginny was just taking out the marmalade when Hermione came down to help.
Usually, Ginny loved it when it was just the three of them making breakfast together. Today she was thinking of other things. Apparently, Harry had just come down because Mrs. Weasley started worrying over him.
"Harry, dear," she fussed, "you look rather peaky. Did you sleep well?"
"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley, thanks," Ginny heard him say. It suddenly hit her that her parents would eventually figure out that neither of them were sleeping well and put two and two together. Sure enough, Mrs. Weasley sent a meaningful glance across the kitchen to her daughter. Ginny shrugged and turned back to the toast. After a few minutes Harry came over to help.
"She's noticed," he said when Mrs. Weasley had left to wake Ron.
"I know, that was the latest we've ever stayed up. I just hope no one gets the wrong idea." They looked over at Hermione, but it looked as if the only idea she currently had was that a considerable amount of green smoke was coming from the sausage she was cooking. They hastened to the mortified witch's rescue.
Harry picked at his food all through breakfast while Ron wolfed down eggs, bacon, sausage, and anything else that was available.
"You're really quiet today, Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked thoughtfully.
Harry sighed.
"I know what will cheer you up, mate," Ron looked up from his food, "How about a nice game of Quidditch?"
"Ron, I don't think that's what–"
"Yeah..." Harry muttered, distracted, "Quidditch sounds good."
"Good. How about you, Gin?" Ron asked his sister.
"I'm game," Ginny yawned.
"Great, what am I going to do?" Hermione asked the group.
"You can...keep score!" Ron said with false enthusiasm.
"Shut up, Ron," Ginny said, "If you want, Hermione, you can watch or help me Chase. It's your decision."
"I think, if you have an extra broom that is, that I'll trying Chasing," she nervously glanced at Ron.
"Alright, Hermione!" Ron shouted and got up to get the brooms.
A/N: Skye tends to be long-winded sometimes...next chapter coming soon. Hermione is Chaser for a day, and the gang learns some interesting info using the old Extendables.
S/N: I resent that!
A/N: Sure, whatever. No one cares!
S/N: ::grumbles something containing "prat" and "git":: Mr. Carney cares...or so they think.