two chapters in one day.
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"Merry Christmas!" Fred yelled, throwing open the door of my bedroom.
"Get up, Ginny! It's already seven o'clock! Day's half gone!" George shouted right behind Fred.
I sat up blinking. Then I lay back down and turned over. "Go away!" I said grumpily.
"We already thought of that!" Fred said brightly.
"And we know how to cure it too," said George.
"We'll release a dung bomb if you want to sleep."
I sat rolled out of bed and pulled a sweater on over my nightdress. "I'm up and ready!"
"Get dressed properly, Ginny!" George said, sniggering.
"We'll leave, and be back in a couple of minutes!" Fred laughed and closed the door.
I growled and pulled the sweater off. I sat down on my bed, but stood up and straightened the covers. I sighed and grumbling, I removed my nightgown and pulled a pair of comfortable pants on and a t-shirt, with some of Ron's old socks, and a very old robe on top.
"Ready, Ginny?" Fred burst in again.
"Can I please brush my hair, at least?" I asked edgily.
"Sure, hurry, though," George said leaning against the doorframe.
I brushed it quickly and pulled it back into a ponytail. Then I stood up.
"Can we play Quidditch today?" I asked eagerly.
"Well, we do have to wait for everyone else to get up..." George said.
"I suppose we can," Fred finished for him.
I grinned and we raced downstairs jumping the trick step. We pulled on our coats, boots, hats, and scarves, and tramped through the snow to the shed.
Fred grabbed his broom, and George took his from the shelf where he had placed it the previous day. I didn't have my own broom so I used the spare one that Ron normally used. We walked up the hill to a deserted clearing surrounded by tall trees so that muggles wouldn't be able to see it. I mounted my broom and took off. I circled the field and swooped down to the ground where I grabbed some snow and made some snowballs. When I regained height, I threw one at Fred and one at George. Both of them caught my snowballs.
"Playing catch, are we Ginny?" Fred yelled, throwing his at me. I turned my broom quickly and got out of the way. George threw one at me, and I instinctively rolled over on my broom. Fred stared at me and George had stopped flying.
"How did you learn to do that?" Fred asked, wide-eyed.
"I – uh," I flew toward them. "Well, when I was younger I would steal the brooms and fly them when you weren't around, like when you were at Hogwarts," I confessed.
Fred laughed and George's mouth fell open. "You stole our brooms?" He asked shocked.
"Well, yes," I said indigently. "When you were busy – you never noticed!"
They decided to test me, and see how good I actually was. They threw snowballs at me and threw smaller ones to see how good my seeking was.
"What place do you think?" George asked Fred.
"She seems like a good seeker," Fred answered. "But her dodging is better, maybe chaser?"
"When we all come home from school for the summer, I'll get us a proper set of Quidditch balls, and we can have a game," George promised.
"Charlie and Bill are coming to visit part of this coming summer," I volunteered.
"Oh, yeah," Fred said. "Fred and I will be Beaters, Bill can be Keeper, Ginny, Ron, and dad can be chasers, and Charlie can be seeker - unless Harry comes, then he can be seeker, and Charlie can be chaser. It all depends on who visits us. If Hermione comes... Ginny, what position can Hermione play?"
"Cheerleader," I said simply.
"Sorry?"
"Hermione doesn't like to fly."
"Oh," said George. "Then if she does come, we can teach her to fly!"
I raised one eyebrow. The conversation took a different turn.
"Oh, look!" Fred exclaimed. "The sun's higher! We've been out here a while, and by the time we get back inside, everyone will be up!"
We flew down towards the ground and raced to the shed. After putting the brooms back where they belonged, we trooped inside.
I discarded my boots next to the door, and hung my mittens, hat, scarf, and coat up. Then I followed Fred and George into the living room, where Mum sat knitting, and Dad was sipping coffee. I sat down on the floor, and the twins took opposite chairs.
"Is Percy up?" George asked.
"I think he's still in..." mum started.
"- OW!" I yelped. Percy had apparated into the middle of the living room, on top of my foot.
"Oh, sorry, Ginny," he apologized jumping away and sitting down on the couch.
"That's ok," I sat rubbing my foot.
"So, shall we start?" George said brightly.
Mum set aside her knitting and clasped her hands in her lap.
"Right," Fred knelt down and handed out the first package. "This one's for Dad," he said handing him the brightly wrapped package.
Dad opened the card and read aloud. "Mr. Weasley, this is a package of various burned out light bulbs. I think they are more interesting to collect than plugs. Harry Potter" There were seven light bulbs in the box. A small green one, one shaped like a flame, a couple plain white ones, and others of various shapes, sizes, and colors. Dad grinned and went on examining each of them individually while Fred handed Percy a small box.
Percy opened it and lifted a picture frame out of the box slowly, turning a slight shade of pink. It was a picture of Penelope. The note inside slipped on the floor, and I picked it up. -Percy, this is a better and more recent picture of me, it's also to replace the one that was ruined last summer. Love, Penelope
I handed it to Percy, and took a package out of Fred's hands. It was Hermione's present. Ginny, I found this in Hogsmeade and I thought of you. It's a mirror that shows you what everyone is doing, unless it's something improper. You speak the name of the person you wish to see and it shows you, unfortunately you can't here what they're saying, or what's going on in the background. Merry Christmas, Hermione It was a small mirror with small symbols around the edge.
Fred and George were opening a present addressed to both of them. It was a large package of Chocolate Frogs from Angelina, Alicia, and Katie, who knew they were experimenting with them, trying to find out what charm made them move, and how they were made. Mum just thought it was nice of them to give them a present.
Mum removed the paper off a calendar that reminded you when you had an important appointment or something.
Since we had all opened one present we just took the rest of ours and opened them. Ron had given me a bottle of ink - red ink. I seem to get ink for Christmas a lot. I opened Harry's praying it wouldn't be ink. It wasn't. It was a diary, a small green diary. His note said: I was the one who destroyed the diary, and I figured you might like a new one. I opened it. Nothing was written on any of the pages, just the inside cover. He had written my name, Ginny Weasley. I laid it aside and picked up the present from Mum and Dad. It was a sweater. A navy blue sweater. At least it wasn't maroon, like poor Ron's. I took off the current sweater I had on, and put this one on instead. Mom had spared me and not put the letter 'G' on it.
Aida had given me a picture of the second year Gryffindor girls, taken at the beginning of the year, by Colin. I was sitting in the center laughing and brushing my hair out of my eyes, with Mia next to me smiling. Alex and Aida were talking animatedly, and Caitlin laughing at Colin. We were sitting outside on the Hogwarts grounds under a tree near the lake.
I set it down next to the diary and reached for the package I knew to be Caitlin's. It was a set of three quills and a quill sharpener. This is for you to use and to take to classes, so you'll have your own. Perhaps you won't get in trouble as often. -Caitlin Alex's present was a booklet on the history of the golden snitch. Fred and George gave me a small bag of dung bombs, and Percy presented me with a bottle of black ink and a pad of regular parchment.
When I had finished opening presents and discarding the paper, I headed to the kitchen to help Mum with breakfast.
nothing interesting, no cliffhangers, I just want to get out of Prisoner of Azkaban. Besides, I'm excited cause my 7th grade teacher (long time ago) finally got engaged!!!!
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