A/N: Oh, WOW I suck at updating. Well at least I am right now! Right? Or not. Anyways, I hope you all had a good Christmas! –cough- Oh yes, I read like, 5 paragraphs of the fanfiction 'Shoebox', and it inspired me to update. Yes, I get inspirations off of other fanfictions. When they're hilariously funny, they make me get the urge to update really badly.
So enjoy this chapter, I hope you do. Ginny's going back to Hogwarts!
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I am so darn lucky to have remembered to pack yesterday, because I felt like CRAP, and slept in today! You would think that my family would be so kind to wake me up.
BWAHAHAHAHA.
Sorry, I forgot who my family was for a second there.
Well my hair is a disheveled mess, (almost as bad as Harry's. ALMOST, I say!) and I threw up again. But otherwise, I'm fine!
I'm really, really great when it comes to getting ready quickly, thank god for that. But the boys! Ye Merlin! They are slower than Hermione and I put together, and I'm sure they're not just getting ready in that room.
AAH. BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS.
Okay they're gone.
Anyways, oh yes, I'm looking out the Hogwarts Express window right now. Tree, tree, tree. Scotland's so pretty this time of year, yes?
Well this is boring.
Guess who got Head Boy?
Guess who got bloody Head Boy, so he, Ron, and Hermione are gone right now?
Goyle.
Of course not.
Harry, if you couldn't guess.
I'm stuck in this tiny compartment with Neville and Luna Lovegood, now, and let me say, this is not my idea of crumpets and tea.
"Ginny?'
I was snapped out of my reverie, and had to focus on Luna.
"… yes?"
"Did you know that in this compartment, right now, are Single-Eyed Lorplacks?"
I tried as hard as I could not to have eye-contact with Neville.
"Er," here I snorted, but covered it as a cough, "What exactly is a Lorplack?"
She then gave me a detailed and dreadfully boring account of what exactly a Lorplack was, which I will not torture anyone else by explaining it.
Once Harry comes back, I'm going to Avada Kedavra him for leaving me. Wait, first I'll torture him about how I once caught him and Ron frolicking in the fields behind our house, tell everyone about it, and then I'll Avada Kedavra him.
That's not horrific enough.
I'll ponder it some more.
Well, before I could ponder it, the Golden Trio all slammed the door open, (whacking Neville in the nose in the process), and stared at me, as if I was an untamed Hippogriff.
"Ginny! ('Er, sorry Neville!') Ginny, where the bloody hell have you been?" Ron asked me.
"In Latvia. Where do you think I've been, Ronald?"
"Er," Harry started, "What I think Ron's trying to say, is that, why aren't you in the Prefects compartment?"
I stared at him.
"Because, Harry," taking a tone of an impatient parent telling their kid how it is not good to get their hair stuck in the garbage disposal, "I am not a Prefect, in case you haven't noticed."
Humph.
I do not appreciate them rubbing it in.
"Yes you are."
"Harry, I would think I would know if I got a badge in my envelope, when I received my letter."
For emphasis, I went over to my trunk, bent over, and proceeding to dig through it.
Aha!
…
Wait, my envelope feels heavy.
I reached into the blasted thing, and pulled out a badge.
A Prefect badge.
Dang, I hate being wrong.
"Heh, well, look at that, a badge!" Harry snatched it away from it and held it up to my face, pointing at the P.
"See that P, Ginny? Against most contrary belief, it does, indeed, stand for Prefect. Put it on, and come go to compartment in five minutes."
With that, the trio left into the grand sunset.
Well, what has his wand tied in a knot? Maybe Fred and George were right about HB standing for Big-Head Boy.
Because Harry's sure fitting the part! The bugger. Thinking he can talk to me that way.
I pinned the dang thing on at a crooked angle, and it wouldn't budge, so I made my way down the hall.
Then, the door to the compartment would budge, so I had to 'Alahomora' it, and it swung open revealing the Prefects.
"Um, hi."
Oh great, I'm the Gryffindor prefect, and all I can say is 'Um, hi' for my great entrance?
Some people acknowledged me, but most just chewed on the Bertie Botts Beans that they had nicked from the cart.
"Ahem." Hermione cleared her throat. "Excuse—oh, heavens, Colin, please, stop turning the beans into crickets. Eloise? Just, go get help for that. Oh, dear, what's that!" Hermione's voice started getting frantic.
"Oh, bugger. This is going to be very informative, I can see," I grumbled. Hermione shot me a look.
"Think you can do better?"
"No, thank you. I can see you have everything under control."
My words were partly drowned out by the awe of seeing red lights.
Well, sparks.
Everyone stopped and stared at Harry.
"Can we please get to work?" He asked. Well, more like pleaded. I would too, if I had to work with this lot.
"I need to go to the lavatory!"
"Hold it," Harry's voice was stern.
"Yes sir."
Harry then proceeded to explain that this year will be hectic, and that we can no longer shoot random hexes out at the 1st years, (to everyone's dismay) for it might cause panic. He gave out the schedules, and basically acted like a hero.
Er, yeah, scratch that last part.
It was probably one of the shortest meetings in history, but I think that everyone was happy go to.
Happy?
AHAHA. Yeah right! More like jubilant, ecstatic! We practically caused a bloody stampede getting out of there.
Did I say I wanted to be a prefect up there?
Well, new fa-lash.
I lied.
I would rather be dragged by my toes to Africa. But, since that most likely isn't going to happen, I have to live with being a right snob.
You win some, you lose some.
I win by getting to be with Harry. (Smile!) I lose by having to patrol the halls at night. My flu isn't getting better any time soon.
"Ginny, are you okay? You look a bit peaky." Harry said cautiously.
Right, good boy, Harry. Basically tell a girl she looks like crap.
"No, I feel fine!" I smiled, and then felt like vomiting.
"Well, maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey when we get to the school."
I'd rather kiss Snape.
Ew, actually, never mind.
But Madame Pomfrey is not exactly my favorite person. She got a bit snappy at me last year, when I had told her that just because she's going through a mid-life crisis, it doesn't mean she has to take it out on the students.
That comment earned me a jab with the wand.
"Fine," I sighed. "Though you're coming with me, Potter."
By Harry's face, it looked like he loved Madame Pomfrey just as much as me.
"I'll need an escort. If I keel over there in the hallway, on the stairs, halfways through, I might roll right down them, to my death!"
"Fine, but only because I don't want to be responsible for you keeling over," Harry muttered.
Hah, I knew I would get him back for snapping at me.
Women get all the power.
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A/N: Wow, that… er…
Was a filler! Haha, sorry! Emily's Totally Random Obsession of the Moment: Titanic. SQUEEEE. GREATEST MOVIE EVER. But, er, nobody really cares about that, do they? Tee hee. Oh well.
Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys keep me going:
Smittened By Marauders: Besides the fact that you have the most awesomest name ever, Thanks!
griffindor-girl12: Haha, yes, but we all knew that, right:) Haha, yeah, I wanted her to be the Sarcastic!Ginny, so she is. (Power to the Authors!)
Jess: Fruits Basket rocks, the end. Oh, and I never get –too- hyper. I just doesn't… work. Haha. Maybe I have a twisted sense of humor. Actually, I probably do.
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Ace Ryn Knight: Thank you! I always thought Ginny was portrayed as a witty person, kind of like Fred and George and Molly Weasly rolled together. Does that make sense? Haha, I'm glad someone sees her like that in this story!
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Emily.
