A little light trickled onto my closed eyelids. Still in a dreamlike state, I had witnessed a blinding light coming from somewhere. It seemed so bright that I opened my eyes to high ceilings and red bed curtains. In a groggy state, I sat up and ruffled my red hair. Where am I, I thought as I looked around at more beds and trunks. The beds seemed empty, the trunks not so much. After seeing this, the first thing in my head was, they finally sent me to an orphanage, but dismissed it as I saw the Gryffindor seal and remembered all that had happened upon arriving at Hog warts. I had yet to tell time, so I quickly got dressed. A friendly painting of a girl petting a cat told me that I should be in my first hour by now. I panicked, forgetting where I had placed the parchment that had the schedule written upon it. She motioned to discarded socks, and I realized that it was buried under there.
The Headmistress here was an Ezra Knight, a great lady, my mother had commented, much better than Dumbledore. I had no idea who Dumbledore was, but I instantly liked him. Anyone who went against my intolerable mother was fine by me. Finally grabbing up the parchment, I noted that it said Transfiguration, second floor. That gave little detail as to what door it was behind. Rushing down the endless staircases, I had almost missed the second floor. I dashed to the first door, finding it to be a broom closet. Closing it, I opened the door on the left of it, I had peeked in on another class in progress. Blushing I shut the door, and went to the one across the hall from it. This is where I found my transfiguration class. Clearing my throat, I walked to the only available chair and sat down, hopefully not interrupting the lecture. The professor was a young man seemingly in his thirties, with a healthy lot of brown hair atop his head, and an odd attitude, as later I would learn. I couldn't quite figure him out.
"Now can anyone please tell my why Miss Weasley is late?" Professor McGowan said suddenly. "Perhaps she, herself, would like to tell me." By now he was looking at me with an un-amused expression. I looked up from taking my books out of my side bag. He expected an answer of me, so I put down my book and gave him one.
"I got lost, sir." I said. I was true. I didn't know exactly where Transfiguration was. My jet black eyes gave him a look that said back off me and I opened my book. Not twenty minutes had passed before I got bored. Man this guy can talk, I thought. Dipping my quill into the ink bottle, I started to draw. For the past few minutes I had been content on drawing, and didn't hear the question Professor McGowan had asked of me. My attention was focused on that one little drawing, and I didn't notice all the students staring at me. Before I could react, Professor McGowan snatched the parchment, leaving a nasty line on the boys face, much like a scar (no not Harry Potter).
"Hey, you- oh Professor. I'm sorry for bursting out at you." I said, blushing and looking down at where the parchment had sat. Looking back up, I saw him quirk a brow as he looked at the picture.
"Next time, I suggest you stop ogling boys, and start paying attention to class. Now who can give me the correct answer to the question? And no it is not Hey you- oh Professor." He said, turning his attention back to class, but not before they got a good look at the picture and he tucked it away into his cloak. No doubt to be used for something else.
Nonetheless, I revealed in my well accomplished drawing talent. Even if I have never seen anything, I still can draw them. That was what my mother called the psychic eye, which only few in our family have had. She said that it told me what would happen in the future, but I always felt it was the past I was drawing. The picture was of a boy, whom I later learned had sat two rows behind me and three seats to the right.
The rest of the day was not as pleasant, I was on time to Professors Binn's lecture, and Professor Flitwick, and all the others. Then there was Potions Class. Oh how I hated potions. Not because I was particularly ungifted in it, but because of the professor. Professor M. Snape was the worst person I could ever think of. He gave me a detention for not answering a question right, unlike Professor McGowan. I think he gave particular satisfaction in ridiculing all but the Slytherins. I don't think anyone with such an ugly body as Snape, with his greasy hair and crooked nose, would ever get a girl to reproduce his spawn, I would hate to see what his parents look like. But mostly, I was pushed around at lunch and break time, just because I was one of few who had red hair and freckles. Even my own sister did it, though I expected it of her. At break time, I casually walked down to the lake. There was a story that in Dumbledore's time a giant squid had once occupied the lake, helping or hurting all in its way. But as soon as Dumbledore had died, the squid was heard of no more. I wished it was still there, I had a feeling that it was very loyal to Dumbledore. Then as if to ease the pain of the day, one slimy tentacle came from the water, where I had been standing at the edge, and touched my head. It seemed to me a comforting gesture, and I stood there, as it tried to comfort me. What seemed like a minute passed before voices were heard on the bluff, causing the tentacle to quickly retreat into the water. And while looking at it, I realized, it was as if the squid had never been there, seeing no ripples in the water, like there usually should have been. Around the bluff, or over it, came Tanner Malfoy, and little sister Claire. It seemed that they were always together, even if it had only been a day.
"Well. Well. Well, if it isn't the other Weasley. What brings your dirty face down here?" Tanner said. Claire had been repeating the word at the end of every sentence that Malfoy had said. Just seeing her repeating him made me want to puke. Once she set her eyes on a guy, she would stick with him for a few days, and then dump him. So I felt Malfoy deserved what he would get coming to him eventually.
"Shove off, Malfoy," came a voice from behind me. I looked back over my shoulder, to see the boy that I had drawn so avidly, except for that gash that was put there when the professor took the parchment from me.
"Oh, it looks like a mudblood is trying to defend another. How pitiful," sneered Malfoy. Claire laughed with him at that little joke. I fumed more; no one should be called a mudblood. It was the worst thing a person could say besides You-know-Who's name. Even if he was long gone, defeated by the legendary Harry Potter, saying his name meant that he was still alive in the memories, and they feared saying it would bring him back to life.
"How dare you," fumed the boy. He started to walk at Malfoy, with the intent to punch the boy silly. I grabbed his shoulders and gave him a warning look. Who knows the things that Claire could do. She was a very gifted witch in the arts of jinxing.
"I think, we should go back to the Gryffindor commons." I told him. Grabbing his hand, this seemed twice as larger and rough as mine, and trudged him back across the lawn, through the double doors, and up to the Gryffindor Commons. Behind us, I heard Malfoy laughing, along with my sister.
"Thanks," he said ruffling his hair a bit. Then he stuck out the hand I had previously been holding.
"I'm Jon Granger-Boggs," he introduced himself. I smiled and shook his hand.
"I'm Ginei Weasley," I told him. He gave me a goofy lopsided grin, and then made some excuses before leaving to the Boy's Dorm. I took a step back then turned and went up to the Girl's Dorm.