The first time Ginny Weasley had been home in a year and this was how she was experiencing it.
On her ass.
"Not exactly the way I wanted to say hello but hey, what can you do?"
Her mother, Molly, jumped up and gave her a giant hug. As much as it embarrassed Ginny to admit it, she missed those. She missed all of the innocence that came with her mother clinging to her frail form.
Ginny watched as her youngest brother, Ron, looked her up and down with an odd look in his eyes. It was just than that Ginny realized what she was wearing in front of her family. A crisp white uniform type shirt, unbuttoned slightly below her breast, and 'Catholic school girl' skirt, black boots, and gray a band put over her blood red hair.
Odd how out of place she felt in her usual clothes.
She didn't want to be here were her only thoughts as her family engulfed her in one giant hug.
"Ginny dear, rise and shine." Her mothers high pitched voice sounded through the door.
She could say something corny like, 'I'll rise, but I'm not gunna shine.' But that would bother her just a little too much.
So she settled for getting ready for her first real day home.
Tight dark blue jeans, a white Abercrombie shirt, white flip-flops, white hair band, and her Lovedrug jacket.
"Beastly," She said to herself as she looked in the mirror.
Her drug usage had become a bit apparent, but she was almost certain no one in the Wizarding World would think anything of it, hopefully at least.
Her cheeks were a bit hollow, her eyes a bit larger, her body a bit smaller, and her mind a little bit jaded.
A/n;;;;I'm not sure if I should continue this story, just give me some feedback and I'll see what I should do.