Author's Note: Wooh. Here's chapter two. The title explains it all.
The next day, Ginny woke with a start. The whole school had already been told about her weasel incident; it was quite hard to keep a secret that a whole class of blabbermouth kids witnessed.
The female had already risen dark and early at five o'clock A.M. sharp. She was seated at a table in the Gryffindor Common Room, wearing a purple t-shirt, orange-and-white-striped shorts, and green knee-high socks patterned with blue flamingos. This was very fashionable attire in her opinion. Ginny's eyes were rapidly going over a piece of parchment lying on the table, its contents lit by a lantern. On the parchment was a drawing of what Ginny's new costume for completing her duties as Super Weasel Girl would look like.
By seven o'clock A.M., two hours later, the redhead had already started making her costume. She had decided to make it out of velvet, since that was what was in style at the time. At the end of the process, Ginny had a spiffy costume at hand. It was a full body-suit made of scarlet velvet material, a silk cape of gold, tight leather boots that she had taken from Hermione as they were a part of her punk-rocker costume during one Halloween, and which Ginny had magicked gold to match her costume, a gold belt with a super weasel buckle, and, once again, a gold mask that covered the area around her eyes, leaving eyeholes so she would not have to walk around blindly.
Ginny was very excited, so she stripped down then and there, in the Common Room, where anyone could walk in at any giving moment. She pulled the body-suit on first, slipped the boots onto her feet, tied the cape around her neck, buckled the belt around her waist, and placed the mask over her eyes. Ginny walked over to a mirror that happened to appear mysteriously, admiring her costume. Something wasn't right--she needed to add something. A lightbulb appeared over her head (one that gave off a red light, to be exact) as she figured out what she would need. A symbol to represent her, duh! Ginny tapped her chest with her wand and a large outline of a circle appeared, made of shiny gold material. Inside the circle, where it was still made of velvet, were the letters SWG with a picture of a fluffy little weasel with a gold cape of its own, sitting there looking all proud. Ginny squealed with happiness, jumping up and down. Next, she pushed the picture of the ferret, and it squeaked, "Super Weasel Girl!" This was exciting.
It was finally morning, the morning where everyone usually woke up, and Ginny was ready to show off her new costume. And she did indeed. As soon as Gryffindors started flooding into the Common Room, Ginny hopped onto the table, put her hands on her hips, and puffed out her chest, wanting to show off her costume proudly. Everyone just stared at her, wondering if she was possibly drunk. She took no notice, though, but jumped off of the table and bounced away to show her costume to people outside of Gryffindor house.
The corridors filled slowly with students, more than likely heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast, which would be a perfect place for Ginny to show off her costume. She kept jumping up behind people, startling them, then babbling on about her costume. No one ever said she couldn't be annoying, but, really, she didn't think she was being annoying at all. Finally, she burst through the doors to the Great Hall and put her arms into the air.
"Everybody, I'd like to show you my spiffy costume!" she announced to what seemed like the world. Heads turned to admire her costume, and applause sounded throughout the room, started by Luna Lovegood. Ginny smiled broadly, walked over to the Gryffindor table, and took a seat inbetween Harry and Ron. "What do you think of my costume?" she asked them.
"It's wicked!" Ron said, touching the silk cape.
"Ah, no touchy!" Ginny said, pushing her brother's hand off of the cape. "Naughty, naughty!"
She hopped up from the table without any food, and skipped merrily out of the Great Hall. What a wonderful day she would have.
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