You see, Hermione Double1 no longer has enthusiasm for this story. And I would like to see it finished nicely. I do happen to have about one half of a chapter ready, but the other half was meant to be done by her. If I can manage it around my homework, I'll try to get it all done by myself.
I warn you, there will be many things lacking, our conversation in particular. And Teddy is. erm, let's say, we pushed him off a cliff by 'accident'.
The fact that a shark was at the bottom had nothing to do with us.
With a heavy heart,
Ginny-Star
Things That Go Bump In The Night
Right, well, it's been a hap hazardous month which has resulted in:
- Four cases of catching Hermione in embarrassing situations. (Thoughts shall never be thought of again. EVER.)
- Twenty seven cases of me losing my dignity (or what could resemble it, I don't have dignity, not with Fred and George around).
- Only one case of me managing to embarrass said twins (ah, Fred should have known better than to bring Angelina round. Baby photos are a great influence on relationships. Especially moving photos. Especially projectile vomiting photos.)
All in all, this is most probably, the worst summer I've had in a long time. Absolutely awful!
Still, Harry is meant to be coming over today, so things are looking up. This time, dad's left to pick him up on his own. I don't think he trust any of us to be 'civil to his family'.
Especially Ginny.
After she heard of the conditions that Harry was living in, Ginny had flown into quite a bloody big rage, and threatened to hex them all with a 'damn good Bat Bogey Hex!'
Of course, when mum heard Ginny say 'damn' (oh no! The world is coming to an end! Ginny just swore!), she sent practically screeched Ginny's ear off and then decided that she needn't have dessert. So I helped myself to her portion- it's not like she'd be eating it.
Hermione obviously didn't approve of my fondness for the double chocolate fudge cake.
Mmm. cake.
So I'm a man with an appetite, it's not a crime! Mum got up from the dining table and poked the speaking clock.
"It is now, 7.30pm. Children under seven. to bed!"
"We're not under seven, you nitwit of a clockwork chicken!" retorted George, saying what all of them were thinking.
"George! Don't talk like that! And chew your food before you swallow it, or it'll get stuck in your throat where it'll fester and rot until-"
"Alright, I get the picture mum!"
Harry snorted in his vegetable soup. I grinned. Funny, when Harry says of does something, he never gets in trouble. But when Fred, George or I do, we get well bollocked for it!
Glancing over at the still huffy Hermione, I decided to rouse her up a bit, just to lift the boredom. Let's try tactic number 7 in the book of 'Tactics That Will Result in the Anger of Hermione and the Appeasement of Ron' (thanks to Queen Bee: for the idea!) for the idea, go read her stories!), and try to rouse her up a bit!
Gently, I kick her foot lightly, trying to get her attention. No answer. Okay, let's just kick a little harder.
Andlookatthatshe'slookingtowardsme- ah, she was only asking for the salt. Damn.
Okay, let's try again.
And again.
Maybe harder.
Maybe harder!
"OW! Dammit Ron! Who are you trying to kick, for God's sake! If I have a bruise, I'm gonna give you such a hexing, you won't recognise your face when you look in the mirror, 'cause it'll break from looking at YOU!" Oops.
"Erm, soz Ginny, I wasn't aiming for you, I was aiming for-"
"DOES IT MATTER WHO YOU WERE AIMING FOR? YOU WERE KICKING PEOPLE UNDER THE TABLE- RONALD WEASLEY, I AM ASHAMED OF YOU! WHERE DO YOU GET THIS SORT OF MANNER FROM? CERTAINLY NOT-" Blah blah blah. Same old thing, same old speech, I don't need to listen to it. Mum's day isn't complete without yelling at least at five people.
Nodding and looking sorrowful I stared at my food. Maybe if I stare long enough, the cake will magically grow daisies.
SINCE HAS DECIDED THAT AUTHERNOTES ARE NOT ALLOWED, I'VE HAD TO POST HALF OF MY CHAPTER UP. WILL UPDATE OVER THE CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS.