Ginny trotted along the corridor in her costume, waving and smiling at ones she knew, and even those she didn't know. Soon, a small boy came up to her, grinning toothily.
"Hi Ginny! How are you?" the boy squeaked.
"Hi Colin! I'm just hunky-dory!" Ginny said. She liked using the word 'hunky-dory' often.
"I have a message for you! It's from Professor Snape! He says he needs you down in his office immediately for an urgent task!"
Ginny nodded before running off down the corridor, her cape billowing gracefully behind her. She entered the dungeons and came to a hault at Professor Snape's door, raising her hand to knock.
"Open up, mah home diggity-dawwg!" she called, pounding on the door.
The door swung open a few moments later, revealing a worried-looking Severus Snape, holding a gallon of grease in one hand, his other trying to pull a comb out of his greasy curtain of hair.
"Hi Sevvy!" Ginny said happily.
"Hello Ginny. Come in," he said, moving out of the way so the girl could come inside.
Ginny walked inside, took a seat on a purple moth-eaten chair, and looked up at Snape. "What is it that you need, Sevvy?"
"Well...all of the Death Eaters have to participate in a ballet, Swan Lake, and the Dark Lord says if I don't get the dance right for the show he'll poke me with his purple spork!"
The redhead gasped, jumped up from her seat, and hugged the teacher, resulting in getting greasified. After that dreadful moment was through, Ginny hopped onto Snape's desk and stood in the same position as she was when showing off her costume to the Gryffindors. "This looks like a job for..."
Ginny jumped far off of the dresser, yelling, "...SUPER WEASEL GIRL!!" and landed sprawled out on the floor. "I'm okay!" she announced, giving a thumbs up.
Snape rushed over to Ginny, helped her up, and gave her a cookie. "Thank you, Super Weasel Girl!"
Ginny smiled, put a hand on Snape's shoulder, and said, "No need to thank me -- it's what I do." She then proceeded to grab Snape's diary, pull a piece of parchment out, and write a time on it.
"Meet me at seven o'clock sharp in the empty classroom on the fifth floor corridor, nine doors down on the right."
Snape nodded, Ginny bid him farewell, and she skipped off, only because she didn't have the spiffy power to fly yet.
Two hours later, at exactly six-thirty, Ginny was headed down the fifth floor corridor carrying a small yellow bag, still wearing her costume since this was a Super Weasel Girl duty that she had to fulfill. Counting exactly nine doors down on the right side of the corridor, she opened the correct door and closed it quietly behind her. Snape had not yet arrived. She decided that this would be a good time to change into her ballet costume. Ginny unzipped the yellow bag, and pulled out what looked like a pile of pink. She stripped down her clothes, put them in a neat pile in the corner of the room, and started pulling on a pair of pink tights from the pile.
At that moment, Snape walked in, wearing a black ballet suit, a pair of black tights, and black ballet slippers. Just black. He shrieked like a little girl at the sight of a half-naked Ginny, and Ginny screamed. Snape slammed the door closed, and Ginny proceeded getting dressed. By the end of three minutes and twenty-five seconds, the redhead was wearing a pink ballet suit, pink tights, a pair of pink ballet slippers, an elegant pink tutu, and had tied her hair into a high ponytail with a--you guessed it--pink hairtie; our two key words being ballet and pink. Ginny ran over to the door, pulled it open, and saw Snape waiting there patiently. She gestured him in as if the earlier event had not happened, and starting walking around him, observing his costume.
"I know just what it needs!" she screeched, running over to her bag. Next moment, she pulled a frilly purple tutu and a silk hairbow from the bag. Ginny ordered Snape to put the tutu on, which he did, and then pushed his bangs back to tie together with the hairbow. When she was done, she stepped back.
"You look beautiful!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "Now, we shall start practicing."
Ginny went over to her bag once more, pulled out a record player she had taken from an equipment closet, and the Swan Lake record itself, and set them on the floor. After placing the record on the player, the female started it and soft music roamed the air at once. Ginny hopped up, bowed, and started jumping and twirling all over the place. Snape merely watched, as was told, watched her dance like a pretty ballerina. Snape longed to be a pretty ballerina like Ginny.
The redhead stopped mid-jump, rushed over to Snape, and grabbed his hand. "Like this," she said, twirling so her tutu flew gracefully around her. Snape tried, and it looked just as she had done. The next minute Ginny was guiding Snape all around the room, ordering him when to twirl and jump. And he did. By the end of one hour and forty-seven minutes, Snape could dance like the beautiful ballerina he was.
"Bravo!" Ginny said, clapping rapidly. Snape bowed proudly, thanked the girl again, and went to stop the record player.
"Thank you! You saved me!" he said.
The female just smiled and nodded.
The next day was the big show. Ginny had promised Snape she would come, and she was going to keep that promise.
"Hermione, could you lace this for me?" the younger female called. A girl with curly brown hair that was tied into a fancy bun bounded in, smoothing out the long turquoise gown that was upon her body. She too was going to Snape's recital.
The older girl haulted behind Ginny, beginning to lace the gown. When she was finished, Hermione Granger turned her friend around to admire the perriwinkle gown that flowed from her body. Her red hair was pulled up into a straight bun, almost identical to Hermione's, and on her feet were dress shoes with high, flat heels that matched, though they were hidden under the outflowing gown. The two girls quickly made sure everything was in place, exiting the dormitory only after Hermione slipped on her sandals and the girls had grabbed their small purses.
Why did everyone have to dress so fancy? There was going to be a ball afterward. A fancy ball at that.
The two girls hurried down into the Common Room, finding Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley waiting there, each of them wearing smooth black tuxedos and looking just as handsome. The whole school had to go to the recital, just to see Snape do a wonderful performance. Harry grabbed Ginny's hand, while Ron took Hermione's, and the four of them left the Gryffindor Common Room.
Down in the Great Hall, students in fancy gowns and tuxedos were everywhere, looking for their partners. This reminded Ginny of the Yule Ball. In a far corner, she was not surprised to see Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood standing there, holding hands. Draco, as the rest of the boys, was wearing a black tuxedo. Luna was actually wearing normal attire--normal for this occasion, anyway--that included a long green gown and matching slippers. Ginny vaguely recalled Luna telling her that high-heeled shoes hurt her feet, and you could always trip and fall with them on.
Other couples were standing patiently in the hall, waiting to leave, such as Seamus Finnigan and Parvati Patil, Blaise Zabini and Mika Payne, Lavender Brown and Dean Thomas, Pansy Parkinson and Marcus Flint, and, Ginny recognized her own twin brothers, Fred and George, Fred standing with Angelina Johnson and George standing with Alicia Spinnet. Why were they here? No, the question was: Why shouldn't they be here?
Ginny's attention was turned back to where she was at the time as someone was trying to pull her forward. "Ginny, come on," Harry's voice said, and the female noticed that the crowd was leaving for the recital. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and herself followed the crowd until they were outside. Soon everyone was entering the carriages, and then they were off. Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Draco, Luna, Mika, and Blaise were all sharing a carriage. Apparently these weren't the carriages that brought them to school, because those held far less people. The group of friends chatted animatedly during the carriage-ride to the recital, and when the carriage haulted they knew that they had arrived. Each different person exited in a different order, but in the end, everyone had found their partner. They were still walking with the group that they had been with in the carriage, and sat by them when they finally reached their destination.
Rows and rows of scarlet chairs were everywhere, and Ginny and her friends took up the middle half of the fifth row. They had a nice view here. As soon as all of the students had taken their seats, the lights dimmed and the show began.
All of the Death Eaters came onto the stage, each one twirling and jumping in the same way. Ginny made out Snape in the second row of Death Eaters on stage, and he was still wearing the costume that he had when they were practicing, including the tutu and bow. The show lasted two hours and thirty minutes, since they had added a few extra performances of their own, and they found it was all worth it at the end.
After the Death Eaters bowed and left the applauding crowd, the lights came back on and a short and stubby man came onto the stage.
"Thank you all for coming to the show! If you will please exit through that door," the man motioned to a door on the left side of the large room, "and go down the hall, you will find yourself in the ball room where the ball will obviously be held." The man left the stage, and as he did so, everyone rised from their seats and headed for the door. Ginny realized exactly how many students had attended Hogwarts, and it was a large number.
It was a slow process to get everyone into the ball room, but they finally managed. Ginny had an enjoyable time. She danced with Harry, Draco, Seamus, Dean, and even Ron, Fred, and George (in a brother/sister relationship). She chatted with her friends, and found out just how crazy Mika and Luna were.
All in all, she had an exciting day. She had fulfilled her duty as Super Weasel Girl. Ginny jumped onto a table, puffed out her chest, and put one hand on her hip while the other punched the air.
"SUPER WEASEL GIRL!!" It seemed as though the whole school had shouted it...partially because they had.
Author's Note: This is merely a reminder for you to review and tell me what you think. Yaaay.