It had been a year since Ginevra Molly Weasley had step foot on Hogwarts.
During the war her parents had shipped her off to America specifically the Fashion Institue of Technology in New York to keep her safe. It wasn't her initial idea, yet she couldn't just past up the chance to study at a top fashion university in a different country.
"Bloody hell" Ginny mumbled to herself. And here she was now about to enter through the castle's main doors.
After the war and when Voldemort was finally defeated, students who would have graduated were invited back to Hogwarts to continue their schooling.
Her classmates from America would be arriving tomorrow. But because she was an old Hogwarts student she had to be there that night.
"Ugh, well it's now or never" Ginny said. Tired and sopping wet from the rain and the delayed flight, she was fashionably late and stuck carrying her baggage through the deserted hall.
"Miss Weasley, sorting has already begun and I do not tolerate tardiness." McGonagal exclaimed.
"But my flight…" Ginny began.
"Just leave your baggage there and quickly enter through the doors. You are to be re-sorted into a new house as you have studied in a different country. " explained McGonagal.
"Right then…" Ginny replied. Taking of her wet cloak revealing her none too daring yet gorgeous outfit. She had grown to like fashion…muggle fashion to be exact, especially after all the runway shows her friends had dragged her to.
Underneath her cloak she wore designer jeans and a white dip top that showed ample cleavage but didn't scream slut. Along with her trusty Haviannas and white Burberry tote.
She sauntered coolly in as per training from living in New York. Oh many things had definitely changed about Ginny Weasley.