Author's Notes: I'm sorry everyone. I am such a slow updater, but I promise
that the next chapter will come out soon. So please don't hate me, and
instead READ AND REVIEW
Disclaimer: I still don't own any of it.
When I woke up it was dark outside, and I could hear yelling coming from downstairs. I buried my head under my pillow, hoping for another few minutes of sleep. Unfortunately, this was not to be, as the yelling became louder and louder.
I finally pulled my head out of my sheets, and glanced sleepily at my clock. Great, I though to myself, they let me sleep for all of about thirty minutes. How kind of them.
I forced myself to sit up, and then get off the bed. I am seriously not at my best when I first awaken. On a normal day it usually takes me at least an hour before I can carry on a conversation. Anyway, I headed into my bathroom to see what havoc my interrupted nap had played on my appearance.
Amazingly, I didn't look that bad. My clothes always looked as if they were about to give up and finally fall apart, but my hair looked just fine. In fact, it looked pretty good. Instead of becoming the usual mess of tangles it simply had the sort of tousled, I-couldn't-care-less-what-I-look-like- because-I-know-that-I-look-brilliant look. If that is even a look.
This fact helped me to wake up a little bit so I was able to stumble downstairs to find out what all the shouting was about. I could distinguish the voices (although not what they were saying) from the top of the stairs. It was apparently my mum shouting at Ron, who was shouting back just as loudly, and Hermione speaking in a very soothing voice.
I wandered a little ways down the stairs, until I could actually make out what they were saying.
"What was Ginny doing, coming back home all alone? And what do you mean she looks different?" yelled my mum.
"She only came home all alone because she left too fast for me to follow. Hermione and I were eating, and she just took off instead of waiting! And I don't know why she looks different, but she does! Why don't you ask her about it, instead of shouting your head off at me?" yelled Ron, right back. I couldn't help but notice that he failed to mention the fact that he hadn't paid any attention to me all afternoon. Apparently my mum noticed this too, if her next words were anything to go by.
"I'm asking you because you were supposed to be watching out for her! If she looks different you SHOULD know why!"
"Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, please calm down. It's my fault that Ron forgot to watch Ginny. I distracted him, and we both sort of forgot about her while we were buying school supplies. You know what those crowds are like." Said Hermione soothingly. I could just picture the three of them round the kitchen table. Mum and Ron both red in the face, and Hermione trying to calm them down. Something she hasn't yet figured out is impossible. I have found, through years of experience, that it is best to simply let them shout at each other until they are hoarse, or until Ron gets punished. Both situations are highly amusing, as far as I am concerned.
I figured that it might be a good idea to interrupt before my mum started shouting at Hermione as well. As soon as I stepped into the room, three pairs of eyes were focused on me. One glaring, one shocked, and one simply critically taking in every detail of my new look.
"Ginny!" cried my mum. That was it. Just Ginny! She was still staring at me as if she had never seen me before.
"Mum, don't blame the lovebirds. I took advantage of their one-track minds while they are around each other, and went off by myself. I simply wanted a change, and I wouldn't have been able to get that if I followed them around all day. By the way, do you like it?" I spun around slowly in front of everyone, so they could get a glimpse of my hair from every angle. When I was facing them again, they remained silent. I was worried this meant they thought I looked horrible. "Mum? Ron? Hermione? Do you hate it?"
Hermione had been gazing at me steadily since I'd walked in, I had become rather uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze, so she really surprised me be saying, "Well I think she looks great." She looked at Ron and Mum before continuing, "The haircut is adorable Ginny, but somehow I don't think it's the only change you made today." She looked at me searchingly, as if the answer was written somewhere on my person.
Sometimes it is a real pain when your brother's girlfriend is a certified genius. I wasn't planning on telling everyone about my excursion into muggle London today. I figured they would find out once I wore the clothes, so why shock them any more than they already were. However, I knew that Hermione wouldn't let me get away with that, so I took a deep breath and said, "Alright, this isn't the only change. I went into muggle London today and bought some new clothes with money I had saved up."
"Ginny!" said my mum again, this time sounding even more shocked. If that was possible. "I can't believe this! You are supposed to be responsible! I trusted you to go shopping without me, but apparently you are not capable of doing that. I can see that you are not yet ready to do something like this on your own."
I simply stared at her, too stunned to answer. What was she talking about? I'm sixteen, not six. It's not like I was even doing anything dangerous. I was shopping! I found my voice "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything wrong. And it's not like I can't take care of myself! I'm sixteen, mum, in case you hadn't noticed!"
"Well right now you are certainly not acting sixteen. I'm afraid from now on you will need to have a reliable chaperone while shopping. I can't trust you not to go off and disappear. What if something had happened to you? Nobody knew where you were!"
"But nothing did happen, mum! I was fine! I don't need a keeper!" I nearly shouted before turning around and stomping up to my room. So much for a positive reaction. I threw myself back down on my bed, and decided that I wasn't going to speak to my mum until I went back to school. That should teach her to yell at me.
Author's Notes: All right everyone; I hoped you liked this chapter. I know it's really short, but I just want to get her back to school, so that's what I'll be doing in the next chapter. Also, thank you to my lovely reviewers, who pointed out my mistakes. Just to let everyone know, there will probably be more, since when I'm writing I tend to forget about those sort of things.
Anyway, I'm rereading the 5th Harry Potter book right now, so some things will be more realistic in the story. Ok that's enough for my Author's Notes. Do you feel the mental vibrations of the REVIEW button?
Disclaimer: I still don't own any of it.
When I woke up it was dark outside, and I could hear yelling coming from downstairs. I buried my head under my pillow, hoping for another few minutes of sleep. Unfortunately, this was not to be, as the yelling became louder and louder.
I finally pulled my head out of my sheets, and glanced sleepily at my clock. Great, I though to myself, they let me sleep for all of about thirty minutes. How kind of them.
I forced myself to sit up, and then get off the bed. I am seriously not at my best when I first awaken. On a normal day it usually takes me at least an hour before I can carry on a conversation. Anyway, I headed into my bathroom to see what havoc my interrupted nap had played on my appearance.
Amazingly, I didn't look that bad. My clothes always looked as if they were about to give up and finally fall apart, but my hair looked just fine. In fact, it looked pretty good. Instead of becoming the usual mess of tangles it simply had the sort of tousled, I-couldn't-care-less-what-I-look-like- because-I-know-that-I-look-brilliant look. If that is even a look.
This fact helped me to wake up a little bit so I was able to stumble downstairs to find out what all the shouting was about. I could distinguish the voices (although not what they were saying) from the top of the stairs. It was apparently my mum shouting at Ron, who was shouting back just as loudly, and Hermione speaking in a very soothing voice.
I wandered a little ways down the stairs, until I could actually make out what they were saying.
"What was Ginny doing, coming back home all alone? And what do you mean she looks different?" yelled my mum.
"She only came home all alone because she left too fast for me to follow. Hermione and I were eating, and she just took off instead of waiting! And I don't know why she looks different, but she does! Why don't you ask her about it, instead of shouting your head off at me?" yelled Ron, right back. I couldn't help but notice that he failed to mention the fact that he hadn't paid any attention to me all afternoon. Apparently my mum noticed this too, if her next words were anything to go by.
"I'm asking you because you were supposed to be watching out for her! If she looks different you SHOULD know why!"
"Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, please calm down. It's my fault that Ron forgot to watch Ginny. I distracted him, and we both sort of forgot about her while we were buying school supplies. You know what those crowds are like." Said Hermione soothingly. I could just picture the three of them round the kitchen table. Mum and Ron both red in the face, and Hermione trying to calm them down. Something she hasn't yet figured out is impossible. I have found, through years of experience, that it is best to simply let them shout at each other until they are hoarse, or until Ron gets punished. Both situations are highly amusing, as far as I am concerned.
I figured that it might be a good idea to interrupt before my mum started shouting at Hermione as well. As soon as I stepped into the room, three pairs of eyes were focused on me. One glaring, one shocked, and one simply critically taking in every detail of my new look.
"Ginny!" cried my mum. That was it. Just Ginny! She was still staring at me as if she had never seen me before.
"Mum, don't blame the lovebirds. I took advantage of their one-track minds while they are around each other, and went off by myself. I simply wanted a change, and I wouldn't have been able to get that if I followed them around all day. By the way, do you like it?" I spun around slowly in front of everyone, so they could get a glimpse of my hair from every angle. When I was facing them again, they remained silent. I was worried this meant they thought I looked horrible. "Mum? Ron? Hermione? Do you hate it?"
Hermione had been gazing at me steadily since I'd walked in, I had become rather uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze, so she really surprised me be saying, "Well I think she looks great." She looked at Ron and Mum before continuing, "The haircut is adorable Ginny, but somehow I don't think it's the only change you made today." She looked at me searchingly, as if the answer was written somewhere on my person.
Sometimes it is a real pain when your brother's girlfriend is a certified genius. I wasn't planning on telling everyone about my excursion into muggle London today. I figured they would find out once I wore the clothes, so why shock them any more than they already were. However, I knew that Hermione wouldn't let me get away with that, so I took a deep breath and said, "Alright, this isn't the only change. I went into muggle London today and bought some new clothes with money I had saved up."
"Ginny!" said my mum again, this time sounding even more shocked. If that was possible. "I can't believe this! You are supposed to be responsible! I trusted you to go shopping without me, but apparently you are not capable of doing that. I can see that you are not yet ready to do something like this on your own."
I simply stared at her, too stunned to answer. What was she talking about? I'm sixteen, not six. It's not like I was even doing anything dangerous. I was shopping! I found my voice "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything wrong. And it's not like I can't take care of myself! I'm sixteen, mum, in case you hadn't noticed!"
"Well right now you are certainly not acting sixteen. I'm afraid from now on you will need to have a reliable chaperone while shopping. I can't trust you not to go off and disappear. What if something had happened to you? Nobody knew where you were!"
"But nothing did happen, mum! I was fine! I don't need a keeper!" I nearly shouted before turning around and stomping up to my room. So much for a positive reaction. I threw myself back down on my bed, and decided that I wasn't going to speak to my mum until I went back to school. That should teach her to yell at me.
Author's Notes: All right everyone; I hoped you liked this chapter. I know it's really short, but I just want to get her back to school, so that's what I'll be doing in the next chapter. Also, thank you to my lovely reviewers, who pointed out my mistakes. Just to let everyone know, there will probably be more, since when I'm writing I tend to forget about those sort of things.
Anyway, I'm rereading the 5th Harry Potter book right now, so some things will be more realistic in the story. Ok that's enough for my Author's Notes. Do you feel the mental vibrations of the REVIEW button?