Disclaimer: Watchu lookin' at? I don't own none of this, ya hear? If you recognise it, then it's probably not mine; if you don't recognise it, it still might not be mine. jkjk…Haha, get it? jkJK Rowling? The Sibyl to whom we should attribute all descriptions and chronicles of the events in the world of…dundundun…Harry Potter. However, since gusts of wind may have disturbed and jumbled the order of her words, this humble novice at writing will attempt to put forth an accurate account of the episodes in the life of one Ginevra Weasley.

A/N: This chapter commences at some point during the beginning of Ginny's third year, i.e. HP's, RW's, HG's, and Draco's fourth year. There will be occasional references to events recorded in the scrolls of Ms. Rowling the Sibyl, but it will mostly be un-canon.

In My Opinion

Chapter 1: Old School Eloquence

"Mum, I can go to Hogsmeade this year, right?

"Of course, Ginny dear, just let me finish cooking breakfast for Ron, who has somehow managed to sleep until 4 in the afternoon even though his two best friends are arriving within the hour, and I'll sign that permission slip for you. Your father looks to be too busy with his Muggle toys."

"Thanks much, Mum. By the way, I thought up a good occupation for myself. It's going to be my way of contributing towards the family income, Every Hogsmeade weekend, I'm going to set up my own booth near Honeydukes' where I can be a, a sike—sike-oh—sick-oh…Daddy, what was it called?"

"Hmm, this little puhlg-y-wotsit seems to fit into this let-out-thingy…What was that, Ginny? Oh right, a sike-oh-low-jist. Fantastic idea. Imagine curing mental illnesses by therapeutical methods that employ verbal communication and interaction. Fascinating."

"Right…One of those. Anyways, I'm going to ask Hermione for books on the study of the human mind—she's guaranteed to have some—I'll need to read up on the subject before approaching it…with caution, of course."

"Now am I aware of wherefore the fiery-headed maiden doth keep in her chamber many an article and tome regarding her precious Sir Harry." Having just entered the kitchen, Ron bid his parents good morning in a poetic fashion before continuing his monologue. "Now do I understand the reason for the 'lady' (Here, he donned a sneer at which a certain platinum-haired being would have smirked.) Ginevra's docile silence in the presence of Sir Harry despite her constant chatter in the lack thereof."

Ginny began to snicker. "Tome? Docile? Dearest Ronniekins (Her smirk was far superior and better practiced compared to Ron's feeble attempt at a sneer.), since when have you developed such an extensive vocabulary?" She tapped her forehead in mock thought. Ron's ears began to steam as his face, the sneer having long ago departed from it, quickly "tomato-ed" with rage. Yet, his diction remained quite clear, and his speech rather eloquent, as he formulated his rebuttal, "Lady, I beseech thee to refrain from making a mockery of this innocent victim. Thou art most aware of the method behind my apparent madness, for it was thou who didst bestow this accursed form of speech upon my lips, didst thee not?"

"Dear brother of mine, this guilty heart that dost beateth within my chest beareth no intention of replying thy accusation with a denial. For the record, prithee exhibit thy evidence to our audience." She swept out her hand to encompass the rest of their family, and Hermione, who had just flooed in through the fireplace. Upon noticing the spectators, Ron began to sputter like a locomotive running out of steam. This may have been due to the presence of the last individual listed, but it may also have been due to the fact that the potion had been designed to last for two hours. The unfortunate redhead slumped down in the nearest chair, leaving everyone stunned into silence for two whole seconds.

The Burrow shook with the waves of laughter that erupted from everyone in the cozy abode. Ron was trying to seek further shelter for his wounded pride when the twins rushed over to him and began to quote Shakespeare from their Muggle Studies course. A grinning Hermione questioned Ginny as to how she had accomplished this particularly amusing practical joke. After enjoying a brief respite, Molly and Arthur Weasley resumed their respective tasks of cooking breakfast and fiddling with a "letout". Bill and Charlie staggered back to their rooms, leaning on each other for support as they clutched their sides in agony. Percy returned to his default somberness after an uncharacteristically raucous burst of laughter, and he ascended the stairs with most of his former dignity. The only trace of his mirth was the shine in his eyes from the tears that had gathered there.

"It was quite simple, really," began Ginny as Hermione sank into the bliss of learning. "My original recipe only required a size 1 cauldron. I wanted to see if I could create a potion that could be sprayed on a person instead of having to be forced down that person's throat. Therefore, I needed to dilute it in order to make sure it wasn't too concentrated. If I had used the size 1 cauldron with the ingredients in the correct proportions with the new adjustment in strength, the quantities would have had to be so miniscule that the margin of error would have been too great. Thus, I decided to go with a size 3. This also left room for any disturbing of the meniscus and upper fluids should my stirring be too vigorous." Hermione snorted, as Ginny was renowned for splashing potentially dangerous mixtures all over her surrounding environment. The various holes and burns in her floor and her possessions attested that fact. Oblivious to, or choosing to ignore, Hermione's reaction, Ginny continued, "However, in order to ensure that the potion would remain suspended in the excess water—and neither settle to the bottom nor rise to the top, both of which would prevent an equal distribution—I added three finely chopped basil leaves and one shredded sprig of holly, stripped of its berries, of course."

"Ginny, you're a genius! I mean, basil has soothing powers that would soften the impact and lessen the sting of a sprayed potion, while holly has adhesive powers to physically bond the potion to the water molecules. The chemical reactions that create the original potion would create chemical bonds between the holly and the potion. How did you ever think of such a thing?"

"Like you said, I'm a genius. Actually, you left out part of the explanation. The holly berries need to be stripped off because not only are they poisonous but they also affect the flow of chakra. It is not a generally known fact that chakra is the key force in spreading the effects of a potion throughout a body. That is why ninjas, who can manipulate their chakra flow, are capable of controlling their own reactions to potions. Some ninjas can even completely stem their flow and cut off the circulation of chakra without affecting their other bodily functions; in this way, they can restrict the potion to only affect the point, or points, of contact. Returning to the topic of poison, I designed this method of potion-spray to be anti-poison. The basil can counter the effect of the wormwood and rhubarb (A/N: Disgusting stuff, that.) found in most common poisons, making the 'poison' harmless. Without the basil, the poison would not be dense enough in relation to the water, and it would rise to the top of the bottle. The spray tube always draws potion from the bottom of the vial. I still need to figure out how to counter the possibility of using this method to created spray-bottles of rarer poisons, though. Oh yeah, and the reason for why I sprayed Ron with this particular potion? He's the least eloquent of my brothers, so I expected the results to be most evident in him. Also, he's been the test subject of Fred and George the most often of all of us, so one more substance wouldn't hurt him."

Both girls laughed then began to discuss the finer parts of the "Old School Eloquence" Potion.

- Here's an explanation for some events in Goblet of Fire. Just so that I can keep up the image of sticking to the books. - -

An hour later, Mr. Weasley and the twins returned with Harry in tow. Of course, Harry had preceded the other three in flooing the The Burrow, because Mr. Weasley had had to clean up after the twins, who had managed to slip Dursley a Ton-Tongue Toffee.

Having greeted Bill and Charlie, who were still grinning from Ron's monologues (but Harry didn't know that), Harry turned to look at an anxious Mr. Weasley emerging from the fireplace and threatening the twins with telling Mrs. Weasley of their escapade. The said Mrs. Weasley emerged from the kitchen and bestowed her awesome glare onto the three unfortunate Weasley males. Ignoring this common occurrence, Harry turned to look at Ron, Hermione, and…wait, was that…Ginny? Failing to notice the slight tinge of pink on the others' faces, Harry was astonished to find that Ginny was…blushing? It must be because of his presence, he thought.

Ginny's face was still scarlet with amusement over the stunt she had pulled earlier. Whatever would Harry have thought if he had heard Ron using archaic words? As she followed her mother into the living room, the aforementioned Harry Potter was standing there, trying to ignore the falling-out stewing around him. He raised his mop of black hair to stare at the newcomers, in particular, at Ginny. Ginny quickly ducked her head in a vain effort to keep from snorting. Her shoulders shaking from the endeavor, she made to follow the Golden Trio upstairs when Hermione suggested that they show Harry where he was sleeping. She was finally able to release her laughter when the subject of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was broached.

- Refer to Goblet of Fire for account of Quidditch World Cup. Authoress too lazy to reorder Sibyl's scroll for this part of the timeline. - -

"Hermione! Question!" Ginny's loud voice carried through the house. She was free to speak as Harry was off somewhere with Ron…doing something.

With an exasperated sigh, Hermione reluctantly put down the latest edition of Hogwarts: A History. "Yes, Ginny? What do you want this time? You've already pillaged my potions ingredients, my potions apparatus, my previous charms textbooks, and my muggle studies notes."

"I'm not trying to snatch your precious academic belongings from you this time, I promise! See, I have this idea for something I can do while in Hogsmeade. I haven't had time to tell you, what with the Quidditch World Cup and the Deatheater attack--, " here, Hermione cringed, "and everything, but I want to set up a sike-oh-low-jist's booth. So I was wondering if I could borrow some of your books on sike-oh-low-jee…You could just owl your parents for them or something…I'd even lend you Pig…"

"Sike-oh-low-jee? What's that?"

Ginny gasped. Hermione had uttered a sentence that one would never expect to slip from her lips. Was the world coming to an end? She took a deep breath and slowly began explaining what it was, as if she were talking to a small child. "Well, it's the study of the human mind, you know, when you explore how your head works and why you do what you do, and why you say what you say. There's a reason for everything you say and do, and it can be figured out by seeing how your brain helps you interpret what's going on around you."

Hermione listened to all this with rapt attention, and her eyes began to glaze over and glisten brilliantly with four-point stars in them as she clasped her hands beneath her chin and began to drift onto a pink, flowery background with her hair being gently blown behind her by an invisible breeze, à la une shoujo anime ou manga. Suddenly, she woke from her reverie with a start.

"Oh! You mean psychology!"

"Is that how you say it? Hmph, Daddy taught me incorrectly, yet again! Anyways, do you have any books on the subject? I kind of need to read up on it before I can practice it."

"Practice it? Whatever do you mean?"

Ginny quickly explained her plans for the coming year. Hermione unhesitatingly agreed to help.

The coming school year certainly promised to be interesting.

--Fin du Chapitre 1--

Next Chapter: Return to Hogwarts!

A/N: Hope y'all liked it. I promise to try and update this more quickly than it took for me to update from the prologue to chapter 1. Yeah, half a year probably isn't a very good habit. X D