Haha, so another update by me, the loverly Shovelmistress. Hmm well...
Disclaimer: Fine fine I'll do it. I disclaim Tarra! And the characters. Straight JK.
Summary: Another of the little clips furthered upon.
Words:505, though I don't know why I just told you that...
GinnyItalics...Tombold italics
Ginny dripped ink rather messily onto the diary. Draco Malfoy had knocked her over and broken her quill. It now carried a large crack, but she was hesitant to pull out a new one. Her mother had only bought her two to start with. It was only November and would be quite a while before she would get a new one.
Ginny?
The words appeared as if by magic, and as always it excited her a little. She grinned down at the diary for a moment before writing in her smudged hand writing.
What are you up to today Tom? She waited for him to reply, playing with the edge of her quill.
Slowly sucking your soul from your body. The words vanished nearly as quickly as they had came. Ginny frowned down at the diary.
What?
I mean, playing Parcheesi.
Parcheesi? What is that? Ginny asked and while she was waiting for a reply she scribbled furiously at her Potions essay. It was smudging badly and she knew Snape would degrade her infront of the class but there was really nothing she could do about it.
It's the royal game of India, Tom said, The object of the game is to be the first player to move four pawns from START to HOME. Its quite simple once you get the hang of it.
He went into a detailed description of the game, but Ginny was busy watching Harry, who had just entered the Common Room. He looked around as if he felt some one staring at him. Ginny hurriedly ducked her head, but she was the only other person in the room. He sat on the arm rest next to her and said, "Hey, Ginny. Have you seen Ron or Hermione by chance?"
Ginny shook her head, no she hadn't she opened her mouth to speak to him, but no words came out. It was probably a good thing though, since she was almost sure that the words, "Thanks for talking to me, I love you forever!" were about to come shouting out of her mouth.
"Alright, thanks anyway," he said and began to go off. He noticed her smudged essay and looked down, "Break your quill," he asked with a smile. Ginny flushed.
"Malfoy did it," Ginny managed to stutter out. Harry frowned before he pulled a quill from his back pocket.
"It's a little rumpled but it should work fine," he said with a grin, "If you see Ron or Hermione will you send them my way?" Ginny gave a nod, her voice lost to her again.
Harry is the single most wonderful guy I know, Ginny wrote in the middle of Tom's explaination, which she hadn't read a word of.
Harry?Tom asked.
Yeah, Harry Potter. Surely you know of him, everyone knows him. He defeated the Dark Lord when he was an infant. He's so kind and generous and cute and he doesn't even really notice me that much, Tom.
He defeated the Dark Lord.
Who, you mean Lord Voldemort?
Ginny gave a gasp and snapped the diary shut. Why would Tom say that name?