"Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who's the fairest of them all?" Ginny Weasley joked one morning as she was putting on her make-up. Hermione had forced her to watch "Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs" when she had went to stay with her for a week last summer, and she had loved it - especially Sneezy!
She was surprised when her mirror answered in a voice that sounded very like her mother's: "Not you dear, your hair's a mess. And what were you drinking when you bought that dress?"
Ginny paused mid-mascara sweep and wondered if her mirror had become possessed by the memory of a teenage 'Dark Lord' in the making but then remembered that Tom never been so rude. Sure he had tried to kill her but he had always been polite about it.
Still holding the mascara wand aloft, she turned to face the door where two of her brothers were writhing on the floor. They looked as if they were having identical heart-attacks to go with their identical appearance, but found it very funny all the same. Embarrassed at having been caught out on such an obvious joke, she (literally) kicked them out of her room, vowing to put a hundred muggle locks on her door and window and a hundred more magical seals on her door window, walls, floor and ceiling, knowing full well even if she could do all this, the twins would still find a way to torment her.
"Ginny?" She heard her mother call sweetly from downstairs. "Could you come down here for a minute please?"
Highly suspicious (her mother's tone implied a favour to be asked), she checked herself in the mirror out of habit, wiped the black smudge from under her eye and proceeded downstairs.
There in her kitchen stood her family (including those mean to be at work or in Romania) in various stages of being "fully-dressed." Mum, Dad and Bill had achieved full dress but Ron was obviously just out of bed. Oddly, the twins were somewhere in the middle. But strangest of all, at the head of the table in beautiful plum coloured robes stood Albus Dumbledore.
"No more than we expected of course but not everyone agreed with Fudge…" She overheard as he serenely conversed with her father as if this meeting of Hogwarts Headmaster and the whole Weasley family (except one of course) was an everyday occurrence.
"Ah, there you are. Now we are all here, I have an announcement: The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London. That being said, I'm afraid I must dash. Here you are Arthur." He said, pressing something into the younger man's hand.
"Goodbye" He added before vanishing with a loud crack.