Ginny rushed to her first class of the day in hopes of not being late again. She overslept, again. Well, she purposely overslept everyday because she wanted to miss breakfast. When she missed breakfast because she overslept no one asked questions, but if she went and did not eat then the questions just were thrown at her constantly. Well, this day was a good day, she made it to class right in time to hear Binns start his lecture on Goblin Wars....again.

Since no one took notes in Binns' class she started to make her daily plan. When she had finished with her plan is read:

"Height: 5'7"

Weight: 118.5 lbs.

Goal by tomorrow: 116

Goal food intake for today: -

Skip lunch-go to libray

Skip dinner-go to "sleep" early"

Yes, that would do. It did just fine everyday though. Although she never seemed to reach her goal weight, she kept persisting. It was something she would never achieve because there was not a low enough number to define perfection. Perfection was walking in the rain and not being hit by it. Perfection was walking in the snow and not leaving a footprint. Perfection was fading slowly into nothing...

After Binns class she had about one hour before lunch. This extra time was spent in her room. Standing in front of her mirror. She poked at the fat that wasn't there and critiqued every inch of her body.

"I am so huge. Look at the little, I mean huge, pouch of fat I have. This is so depressing, why do I look like this? Why can't I just be perfect naturally? Why am I so FAT?!"

After this Ginny ran to the restroom to do a task that came naturally. Ginny stuck her lean finger as far down her throat as it would go. She began to heave but nothing came up. Her body heaving but her throat still dry, Ginny sat in front of the toilet hoping to get rid of something. But nothing came up. No matter how hard she tried nothing would come up. This was because she had not eaten anything in three days. And it would have been longer, but freaking Harry saw her and said "You look pale Ginny, are you feeling well? Have some chocolate." This angry thought was the last one she had before she fell to the floor her arms still on the porcelain throne that consumed her life.