Monday morning 9:00 am transfiguration class. Ugh. Ginny arrived a few minutes before the bell rang. She plopped herself into a seat in the back of the room and laid her head on the desk, putting the extra time to as much use as possible.
Despite her disheveled appearance, Ginny still managed to look attractive. She had somewhat of a rock star image going with her short messy hair. In the few seconds she had to get ready she had thrown on a dark layer of black eye-liner. An old pair of ripped jeans and some battered sneakers peaked out from her partially fastened robe. When Ginny entered a room, boys' heads always turned. Besides having an attractive petite frame and beautiful soft features, she possessed an air of mystery, and more simply, coolness. Everyone knew she partied with the seventh years, and she had that attitude of aloofness and disinterest so prized by modern adolescents.
Ginny was awoken from her brief nap by the sound of shuffling indicating the entrance of McGonagall. Ginny sat up slowly and casually dug a quill and parchment out of her black messenger bag.
"It seems your performance on this past quiz was for the most part . . . good. Next time I'll have to make it much harder." Despite her harsh words, McGonagall smiled at her students. She was tough, but only because she wanted everyone to succeed. Ginny rolled her eyes. She couldn't even remember what the quiz had been on, it had been on a morning after a particularly crazy night with Parvati, night meaning until six in the morning. Oh well, Seamus claims he does better work when he's drunk she thought to herself.
However, apparently Ginny did not. She groaned as she saw the large red T on her paper along with the 'see my after class.' Who needs transfiguration anyway. As long as the old hag doesn't write to my mum, I really don't feel like getting a howler right now.
Ginny was so irritated, she barley paid attention to the rest of the lesson, not that she ever did these days. When the bell rang, she gathered up her stuff slowly waiting for the rest of the class to leave before slouching up to the front of the room.
"Miss Weasley I am severely disappointed in your performance this semester. I'm going to give you a bit of a break. I can drop this quiz grade as long as you do well on the next one. But now I need you to answer me honestly, is your poor performance due to the stress your feeling with everything that's been going on with Harry?"
More like everything that's been going on with booze and good times Ginny thought wryly, still too stubborn to accept and deal with her true feelings. She could take the easy way out and say that this was true, but Ginny was absolutely determined not to display any emotional weakness. "No Professor, its just that's the material is so difficult, I just can't seem to get it," Ginny answered innocently.
"Hmm," McGonagall looked skeptical, "Well then, I wouldn't want you to drop the course at this point of year so maybe we can get you a tutor. These duties typically fall to the prefects and the head boy and girl. Since the prefects are only fifth years, and the head girl is already tutoring a couple students, it will have to be the head boy. I'll speak to him and have him get in contact with you.
Ginny sighed as she left the room. Yet another annoyance in her life.
"Hey you, you shouldn't be in the corridors at this time, get your arse to class!" Ginny looked up to see a tall blonde boy yelling at her, Draco Malfoy, head boy. The usually preppy bullying snob had mysteriously returned as normal at the start of the school year in face of the numerous rumors concerning his role in Dumbledore's death. Though at first appearing significantly more pale and abnormally reserved, he had apparently gradually assumed his old personality.
Ginny narrowed her eyes and ignored him, blocking the curse he sent when she turned her back. Fuck, this is going to be much more than just an annoyance, this is going to be absolute hell.