JPOV
I and my family stood in that old man's office, waiting patiently for him to come back with our youngest member, or at least they were. I, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth slightly, anxiously waiting to see Ginny. It had known it was a bad idea to send her here, away from the family, on an entirely different continent. She was too young; it was too soon, especially after what she had been through…..
A low, warning growl slipped from Edward, politely telling me flat out to watch what I was thinking. Not a single one of us liked looking back on that day and Edward definitely didn't want it played back at him, not after the scare we just had.
Several sets of footsteps sounded off the ancient stone steps outside the large oak door. Within milliseconds the anxious cloud that had been smothering me was replaced with a lighter, happier one. Amongst the shuffling steps was a pair that stood out. They were soft, barely noticeable by even our ears, which was saying something. The footsteps didn't even have the same rhythmic shuffle that the others had. Instead they were lithe, and yet bouncy, similar to a trained dancer on a sugar high. Or Alice.
These steps we knew by heart, having listened to them closely for three years, making sure they didn't disappear or be followed by a thump. These were Ginny's steps.
The door opened, allowing a yellowish light to invade the already lighted room. Albus Dumbledore stood in the doorway, a twinkle already in place. I immediately felt uncomfortable. It wasn't that Dumbledore wasn't a good man, he was great, but a slight feeling of despair was always there, underneath his generally cheerful disposition, which made it uncomfortable for me to be around him at long stretches of time.
A heavy, warm something was suddenly attached to my back along with two slender, pale arms wrapped around my neck, and a soft giggle tickling my ear. I turned my head slightly to look at my little sister. She looked practically the same, bright green eyes, rosy pink cheeks, pale, clear skin and yet there was something different. It took but a second to realize what it was.
"What did you do to your hair!?!" Rosalie and Alice's voice bounded out, catching us all of guard. The following silence was broken by laughing. Not only Ginny, but four other people that no one else had obviously noticed. There were two red heads, a brunette, and a boy with jet black hair. He stood out from the others with scruffy hair, scrawny disposition, and slightly pale skin. But what really stood out about him was his eyes. They were emerald green, but that's not what stood out. What stood out was the look of sadness, loneliness that shone, hidden deep inside, nearly unnoticeable.
"She got in a little mishap with the school's number one pranksters." The little red haired girl supplied smiling lightly at the memory. Ginny stretched herself over her shoulder and grinned at the girl.
"Speaking of which, has their color ran out?" Ginny asked the group, a mischievous smirk appearing on her face. I had a sinking feeling in my stomache that made me pretty sure she had something to do with this 'color.'
"What did you do?" Emmet's loud, booming voice asked, amusement poorly disguised under fake disapproval. Ginny smiled innocently.
"Come with me and I'll show you!" She hopped of my back, grabbed my hand and we were halfway down the stairs within seconds.
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