Chapter 5: Lava Bubbles
Ginny woke up the next moring, feeling like a hog. (A/N: I admit, i do not know how it feels like to be hog, but oh well...) She opened her eyes, and rolled over to look at the clock.
"8:00!" Everyone had left. Why didn't they wake her up? Ginny brushed, changed, and hurried out, swinging a black bookbag over her shoulder.
The corridors were empty of all students. Everyone was either testing, or studying. A few ghosts strolled by giving her odd looks.
Ginny ran into the Great Hall, wich was set up the same way as last year. The other classes were already there. Professor McGonnagal looked up when Ginny came in, but didn't tell her off. "Bags over here!" Professor Flitwick said in his chirpy voice,"Take only your quill, and ink."
Soon Ginny was sitting at her seat sweating her insides out. She was that nervous. "Why didn't I study more?" she thought. The sound of quills didn't help her relax, and whenever she heard the sound of a page turning, she checked the clock. After finally calming down the questions became a little bit clearer, and she hoped for the best.