((No, I don't have brown eyes, either, but it is one of my favorite songs. There are no fun ones for blue eyes! I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been busy with schoolwork. Today is Wednesday, November 09, 2005. Enjoy!))

The rest is in first person.

"…and you will start today. Your books have been purchased for you, and are now waiting for you on your bed. Good day."

Whoa. I was just moved up a year. Apparently, they think I'm smart. How dumb are they? So now I have class with Hermione. Lucky for me, my first period is free.

Hey, technically, I could sleep in.

But then I would miss breakfast.

Poop.

Maybe I'll just get up, then.

I walked back to the Common Room, not really realizing what I was doing. It wasn't until the Fat Lady said, "Password?" in that annoyed yet mystical voice that it hit me. I'M A SIXTH YEAR! OH. MY. GOD! Hahahahaha, that's so awesome!

I ran into the Common Room screaming.

Hermione looked terrified. She was sitting next to Ron, helping him and Harry with their Transfiguration essay.

"Are you okay?"

It took all I had not to laugh like a maniac. "I got moved up a year."

"Say that again?"

Now Ron looked horrified. "What?"

"I'm in your year. We have all the same classes."

"Beautiful." I ignored my brother's sarcastic comment, and instead concentrated on Hermione's face. It went from surprise, to anger, to pure joy.

She immediately attacked me in a giant bear hug.

Okay, anyone who knows me knows about my No Touching Rule. Absolutely no touching me. Do not come inside my personal bubble. And if for some reason you feel compelled to hug me, you'd better damn well let go within three seconds or face a Bat-Bogey Hex.

Hermione seemed to have forgotten.

"Her…mi…nee… get… off…!"

She blushed and quickly let go.

Ron's mouth was still open, and I had the sudden urge to throw something just to see if I could get it in. I decided against in though, seeing how I had nothing to throw. Other than my wand, and that would be plain stupid.

Harry still hadn't said anything. Not that I had expected him to. He never says anything anymore. Not since Sirius… well, not since the end of last year. Ron and Hermione know why, but no one seems compelled to tell me what's going on. No, no, widdle Gin-Gin can't know a thing. Yeah, yeah. Bite me.

"So, erm, what's our first class today?" I asked. I directed the question to Harry, but it was Ron that answered.

"Transfiguration. Herbology. Free time. Divination. Lunch. Charms. Defense Against the Dark Arts. Free time. Double Potions. Got that memorized?"

"Uh… yes?"

"Good." Hermione rolled her eyes behind his back. I grinned back then headed up to my room to put my new books in my bag. I took the old ones to the Owlery and sent them back to the proper stores, asking that the money be sent back to mum.

Ok. What time is it? Holy… ok. Note to self. Do not take so long in the stupid Owlery. Now I have to run down to the ground floor just to get to McGonnagal's stupid class. Great.

I walked in just as the bell rang. The only seat still open was the one next to Harry. Could this day get any worse?

Me and my big stupid mouth. Now I have a buttload of homework and I had to skip lunch with Hermione just to understand what's going on. Defense Against the Dark Arts is no longer my favorite class. Stupid Snape. Why would Dumbledore do that? Is he retarded? Stupid old coot. Now I have Potions. Well, at least Slughorn's okay. He seems to like me. A lot. A little too much, if you ask me. Well, at least now that I'm in a class with Harry and Hermione I won't be the center of attention.

"Ginny, do you know?"

Uh-oh. Er, another mental note: do not zone off in class. Ever.

"Um, six?"

"No, the full moon. Where did you get… never mind, I don't care. All right," Slughorn continued, addressing the class. "Today we're starting the Restoration Potion. When taken, it can rejuvenate a person's stamina for up to an hour. The only side effect is that as soon as the potion runs out, the drinker will become so weak that they will not be able to move for a minimum of twenty-four hours afterwards. The directions are on page 483 of your textbooks. Anything you may need is in the stores over there." The cupboards magically opened. "You may begin."

Ok. I have almost everything. Except for extract of newt posterior. Who buys that? No, who would drink that? Ugh. That's just nasty. It's the last thing I need to add, so I'll get it near the end.

When I finally headed over, Malfoy, being the snide little ass-wipe that he is, suddenly decided that it would be funny to trip me. Oh yes, trip the little girl who skipped a grade because you can. Real bright one he is.

So yeah, I go flying into the store cupboards. Potions are crashing all around me, and the floor's too wet to try to get up. The last thing I remember is one of the bottles smashing over my head and the concoction inside dripping down into my mouth. Then everything went black.

"Yes, Poppy brglbrglbrgl on her head."

"Horace ninininini baaaaaad."

Haha, sheep. No, not sheep. Everything's dark. And my head hurts. Ugh. Wait, they're talking again. I should probably find out what's going on.

"…side effects? This is not good! You're taking it so light—blllll."

Dammit, why can't I hear anything? Maybe I'm not concentrating hard enough. No, I'm concentrating. Sort of. I'm so tired…

I decided to speak up for myself. "Nnnugh."

Ok, so that didn't work very well. At all. But at least I got their attention.

"Poppy, she's awake!"

"Here, dear, drink this…"

She poured some foul-smelling liquid down my throat. It tasted like skunk and it burned like hell. I coughed and nearly threw up on Madame Pomfrey.

"W—what was that?"

"It helps sharpen your senses, kind of wakes you up," Slughorn answered.

Madame Pomfrey shooed him out of the room. "We're not quite sure what potion shattered, or even if you drank any. But I need you to tell me the second anything weird starts happening so that Horace—I mean Professor Slughorn, Professor Sprout, and I can create an antidote. All right?"

"Right."

"Promise me, Ginerva."

I sighed. "Promise."

"Thank you. Here…"

"She waved her wand and the sores on my head immediately went away. Why couldn't she have done that earlier? Dur…

"You may go back up to your dormitory. No side trips, though! Go straight there. Lights Out is in fifteen minutes, so you'd better hurry."

I rushed to my room as fast as I could, hoping against hope that the potion wasn't anything lethal. Ugh, I'm so tired.

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