Okay, okay I know, another story. So what? This one is so fun. And I had to do it before someone else came up with the idea. Okay, don't own Harry Potter...now on with the story.

"Ginny, you have prefect duty tonight, right?" Luna dreamy voice sang out across the table in the library.

"Oh crap! That's right..." Ginny said as she hit her forehead, already trying to think of an excuse to get out of it.

"Well Ginny, I feel it's my duty to inform you that the Willy Toad Jellyfish is out to cause mayhem on the third floor corridor. So be careful." Luna warned Ginny, not glancing up from her potions book.

Ginny looked up with an unexplained look on her face. It was a cross between worry and confusion. "Umm...okay."

Colin finally looked up from his potion's report. "What brought that on Lu?" he asked as he erased his answer and slyly looked at Ginny's report.

"Well I just got done writing about Jelly Toad and it reminded me of what I read last week." Luna remarked without looking up.

Ginny smiled as Colin finally realized what he was copying from Ginny and found out that it wasn't really Ginny's report: Colin's being stupid and thinks he's copying off my report, so I'll let you go. XOXO Ginny

"Ginny, why didn't you tell me you were done. Here I thought you were working hard and actually trying to pass Snape's torture-er I mean class. Instead, you're writing cheap notes to Hermione." Colin had to yell the last part as student's began filling the library, now that dinner was over.

Grabbing her books and walking towards the door Ginny yelled over her shoulder, "Colin you git."

Once Ginny was back in her room, she spelled the door closed and went to her trunk and grabbed a brown sack. Slipping the brown sack in her robe pocket, she went to downstairs to find the sixth year boy prefect.

"Trevor! Hey dude, I can't do the rounds today, sorry." Ginny said, feeling slightly guilty.

"Again?" Trevor asked. "I guess it's alright, but you're telling Malfoy. Last time I told that stupid overbearing headboy, I was in the hospital wing for a week."

Ginny fluttered her long eyelashes at Trevor and said, "Please? With a cherry on top." As usual, he melted. What guy wouldn't?

Looking both way warily, Ginny walked in front of the Room of Requirement's door thinking 'Small comfy room, small comfy room'.

Entering, she sees the familiar scene greeted with once a week, twice if she's lucky. Pulling out the brown sack and reaching in, she grabbed her genie bottle.

Maybe now's the time for a little explanation. You see our little Ginny isn't all she appears to be. She doesn't own a genie; she is a genie. You may be wondering how she got bonded with such a destiny, it's been passed down to the last female for generations in the Weasley line. Like all genies, she has to be wished free.

Now you may be wondering why Ginny is in this room. Well, that's because she needs to meditate. She needs to meditate because it's the only way to keep her emotions and magic all under control. No one wants a hormonal eruption of a teenage genie. And we all know how temperamental redheads are, especially the Weasleys.

Poor Ginny, what a crappy fate. We all know she hates taking orders, which is why she hides her bottle. Now, back to the story...

She sat her bottle in front of her and began her desperately desired meditation.

Love,
Grace