Hey minna! This is Oralindie, and I'm here because FC isn't. Because she was a bad girl and got a bad grade (yes, a, as in sigular, one, un, uno) and her parents over reacted andtook her computer away for six weeks. Poor FC. Anywho, I shall be updating for her,so as a result of this she shall not be able to respond to your reviews, but know that she loves all her reviewers!
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III.
Ginny raced down the halls, cursing the stupid Founders who had seen fit to make it more or less impossible to get to a class when you were running late. It was absolutely, positively sadistic.
A jolt knocked Ginny clear off her feet, and she blinked stars from her eyes to find the one and only Draco Malfoy hauling himself irritably off the stone.
Oh. Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant. What had she been thinking about sadistic again?
"One must wonder how you can fly a broom with that impeccable grace, Weaselette."
Ouch. And, shockingly, she did feel almost—guilty? Of course, there was no one in Hogwarts she would have rather knocked on their bum, and it was quite entertaining to see the great Malfoy's robes askew and his hair falling slightly out of its gelled perfection, but still. It had been all her fault, too, no way getting around that, and a quick glance at her watch convinced Ginny that the best way to make it out of this with her honor, temper, and class record all moderately intact was to apologize now and beat it.
"Um—" Ooh, really don't like apologizing to him—"Sorry about that." Yeah, never doing this again. Much too painful—in lots of ways.
He looked at her with a sneer, letting her know very clearly, if inaudibly, that he considered her apology to be less than adequate. And Ginny was fast losing what good temper she had had in the first place. "Look, I said I was sorry, alright? I've got to go to class. Hope I didn't contaminate you too much." Glaring now, Ginny whirled around and began to march away, only to be stopped by a brief, light touch on her arm that was quickly withdrawn. Ginny spun about again, only to see Malfoy looking away, bored, and holding out a raggedy owl-feather quill. "You're forgetting things now, Weaselette."
Ginny stared at him in shock for a brief moment before taking the quill hesitantly, and then dashing off to class as fast as her legs could carry her. And, even more surprisingly, when she received an anonymous package a few days later in the owl post, she didn't even mind that the sumptuous eagle-feather quill inside was tipped in green with a silver nib.
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