BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Ginny slammed her fist down on her annoyingly loud alarm clock and swore angrily; the alarm clock was tougher than it looked. Sitting up, she glanced around her blank room and sighed, blinking. She still had to decorate the disgustingly plain room. Ginny blinked a few moretimes, hoping to clear her mind; it had always been difficult for her to think in the mornings.
She had just moved from a little-known town where she had been perfectly happy; Deatheaters now thought she was a wonderful target. Ginny sometimes wished she could kill her green-eyed friend/ex-lover. 'Hopefully I can stay here longer than the last five houses, even if it is STILL a farm . . . Stupid alarm clock! You hurt me!'. Ginny gasped as she saw the damage the alarm clock had done to her pale hand and ran to the bathroom for several bandages.
TAP, TAP, TAP, BANG!
Ginny entered her bedroom to investigate the noise. The same sound happened again a few moments later. She hoped it wasn't a goose; she was convinced the local flock was stalking her.Getting up from her hiding place, she opened the window slowly, praying that nothing would attack her. Glancing down, she saw that laying outside amid brown leaves, wriggling earthworms, and a few ill-disguised gum wrappers was an ancient owl with a Hogwarts letter tied to it's clawed foot. The owl shrieked like a dying goose again, instead of giving her the typical hoot.
'Well, I was close. How am I supposed to know whether it's a goose or an owl just by the noise? Ha, what imbecile thinks an owl that old should be transporting letters? And it's a mighty stupid owl by the looks of it . . . Flew straight into a closed window!'
Ginny laughed at the owl as she pried off the letter. She immediately closed the window, choosing to ignore the haughty hoots of the neglected owl. At least she tried to ignore the deranged bird until it decided to ram her window. Ginny absent-mindedly opened the window and threw a handful of owl pellets outside as she read her letter. She would now be privately tutored by a friend since the school was now closed. She had to send her reply with the list of classes she would like to take. Placing her now read letter on a desk, Ginny looked out through her window and saw that the old buzzard was still there.
TAP, TAP, TAP, BANG!
"Shoo! Go away you fowl little bird . . . Hahaha! Fowl, get it? Oh, never mind, you're just an owl. I can't believe I just made that joke; I think I should start drinking coffee in the mornings . . . " The owl continued ramming the window, occasionally sitting down when it rammed too many times. After many attempts at ramming the window, Ginny threw open the window and snatched up the dizzy bird.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EARLY IT IS?" The owl looked at her indignantly and tapped her letter with it's beak. It then hopped over to the other side of her desk and tapped her quill. It continued this process over and over again, staring at her like she was the dimmest creature it had ever had the misfortune of meeting.
"What? Do you want a reply," she asked, "Oh! You want a reply! Silly me." Biting on her tongue she wrote out a reply which she quickly attached to the owl's leg. Nearly throwing the bird out of the window in her eagerness, she slammed the window shut and locked it tightly.
'What a creepy bird! All that for a lousy reply . . . ' thought Ginny as she went to get dressed for the long day of shopping she had ahead of her.
TAP, TAP, TAP, BANG!