Chapter 2: Ginny Weasley.
"Ginny! Stop dawdling and put the bin bags outside!"
"Yes Mum."
"Come here Ronald dear. Aww. My ickle Ronniekins so grown up!"
"Mum! Geroff"
It was just another bad day for Ginny. Her brother, Ron, was going to Hogwarts. It was so unfair! She had to sit around at home all year waiting for her brothers to come home. And while she did it, she would have to handle all of the chores that were normally shared between her and her brothers
'One more year' she told herself. 'Just one more year and you can go too.'
It was torture with her mum. She kept on saying things like "Don't dress like that dear! You like you're trying to earn street money!"
To which Ginny would reply, "Why can't you just say tart for once Mum?"
Ginny hated it. Her mother would make her change if she went out wearing any make up and a skirt any shorter than her knee. It was pathetic! When would she realize that Ginny was NOT a kid anymore! She was only 1 year younger than Ron for God's sake. And their mother treated him like a King! He didn't have to do any chores.
"Fred? George? Are you there?" called Mrs. Weasley.
Ginny was standing by the gleaming Hogwarts Express. She didn't hear the twins reply. Or Ron trying to stop his mother trying to clean some dirt from his nose ("Mum- geroff!"), she was to busy dreaming about Hogwarts. She wondered whether the train would pull in at Hogsmeade in front of the 'legendary' Three Broomsticks or not when she was suddenly jerked out of her day dream by the twins saying loudly "Hey mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train? You know that black-haired boy who was near us on the station? Know who he is?"
"Who?"
"Harry Potter!"
Ginny jumped up and down in excitement. Nothing like this normally ever happened.
"Oh, mum, can I go and see him, Mum, oh please...?"Ginny begged.
Of course her mother said no. She always did. She was never allowed to do anything. Ginny began to fall into her full on sulk mood but when she heard the train whistle, she began to cry. Her brothers clambered on to the train and lent out the window so she and her mother could kiss them goodbye. Fred and George promised to send her loads of owls and even jokingly threatened to send her a Hogwarts toilet seat. Which they were scolded for, of course.
As the train set of, Ginny ran as fast as she could to keep up with the train. Yet again they were leaving her behind for a year to have their own adventures.
It wasn't fair.
She was left with her mother again. At home.
Ginny hated home.