THE FEAST.
Oh, dear Merlin! How I have missed this scrumptious meal that you have bestowed on all students at the beginning of the year! Oh… food, glorious food!
O! the chicken. O! the pudding. O! the mints shaped like broomsticks. (O! the O's.) This is truly the meaning of life. Those philosophers who have been questioning this for years, Ginny Weasly has the answer!
Or it would be, as you see, some things are not always 'perfect.' Nay, this feast will not be the same as the last, nor of any others. For you see, it is the first feast without Albus Dumbledore.
Of course, Prof. Minerva ('McGoogles' 'Mim-Mims' and other creative titles being her nicknames bestowed upon by her loving students) has taken over as headmistress for Albus Dumbledore.
Of course the mood is still jubilant, but I reckon everyone's souls and happy demeanor have been dampened quite a bit.
A moment of silence, please.
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FOOD.
Nnaugh.
My stomach hurts. Where is the food?
Oh, Minnie's doing a speech, how nice!
… how sad.
I will not cry.
I will not!
Stop it, you're making me cry, you mean, horrible professor! This is so mortifying! Nobody has ever cried at a feast! (Except me that is, I suppose.)
PEOPLE ARE STARING AT ME.
"Quit staring at me!"
I blubbered to those around me.
(Though I have to admit, it came out as 'Quittfaa staffing out meeeeEeeeE!)
Hermione widened her eyes and looked to her right quite sharply, as if butter was the most fascinating she has ever laid eyes on.
Butter is extremely serious, you know. There's nothing funny about butter.
I waved my butter knife around for emphasis. Harry and Ron conveniently ducked, though I really can't see how I would've done them in with a butter knife.
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I'm hungry.
Ooh, pudding!
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What the hell is wrong with me? Since when do I go in crying fits, and then obsess about pudding? I'd be depressed if I weren't so hungry!
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Eurggh.
I am not hungry anymore.
I've never eaten so much chicken in my life. I'm sorry my feathered friends, but I could not help tearing my teeth into the flesh upon your bones! Please forgive me.
"Ginny, you all right?"
Not this boy again.
"I'm fine, Harry," I said, rolling my eyes.
He shot me a look as if to say 'well-I'm-only-asking-you-twit.'
He didn't seem so worried in that look! I think he's being entirely too melodramatic and it's quite getting on my nerves!
"I'm only worried. Promise you'll go to the Hospital Wing tomorrow?"
I hate Madam Pomfrey.
Hate her!
But I said yes. Not because I like Harry.
Of course not!
I don't like him that much, you know.
Oh stop it, I don't.
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On the way to the Hospital Wing the next morning, I had to remind him countless times that no, I am NOT a child, and I would rather like it if he wouldn't treat me as one.
Thank-you-very-much.
"If I didn't look out for you, who would?"
I feel insulted.
I would look out for me.
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I am responsible you know. Just because I accidentally-almost fell down the stairs earlier today doesn't mean I'm not responsible. I do my chores… I do my homework.
Some of the time.
Ah, look! We're here.
"Mr. Potter? Classes have yet to start, and you're here already?" Madam Pomfrey clucked. She sometimes reminds me of a hen, with all the clucking she does. Fly away, Madam Pomfrey! You can do it!
Oh yes, that's right.
Chickens don't fly.
BWAHA.
"I feel sick," I said.
And then I proceeded to vomit on Harry's shoes.
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HIS SHOES.
WHY HIS SHOES?
Why not… in a bucket, like normal people who have gotten the flu?
Eurgh.
--
"It's really fine, Ginny. I have more shoes."
His shoes!
"But those were your favorite pair!" I blubbered. They were quite nice, also! All shiny and black.
"I can wash them, you realize."
"Not after I've -- I've befouled them!" I truly have. I'm such a wanker.
"It's fine, I've already magic'd them clean."
What he must think of me.
I'm such a pig.
"Children." We both turned our heads. Why did we turn our heads? We are not children! I start to make an indignant noise, which I have to admit sounded like a squawk, but Madam Pomfrey cut me off.
"Miss Weasly, I'd like to perform some tests on you, if you'd like."
I know what this is!
Oh, ho ho!
She'll perform tests on me all right… and then KILL ME. Like in those muggle books my father reads! The heroine always dies. And then comes back from the dead. WHY she didn't just choose to be a ghost is BEYOND me.
"Fine," I mutter.
Oh woe is me. I hate tests. I hate shots!
Oww! Again with the unnecessary jabbing!
(Again with a squawk and a cluck.)
CHICKEN. (Bawk!)
"I'll be back soon, Miss Weasly."
"She'll be back soon. You old trollop," I grumble.
Harry grins at me.
"Trollop?"
I wince. It wasn't one of my better insults, especially concerning Madam Pomf--
Her.
"Shut up, Harry."
Bicker, bicker.
I study my nails indifferently.
"What does it matter to you what insults I use? Do you often tease others about their choice of insult? You need to find a hobby, mate."
Harry shoots a dark-eyed look at me and snorts.
Dum-dee-dum.
She is taking forever! Forever's quite a long time once you think about it. Or is it?
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Finally.
Seriously, how many thumb wars must a person go through while waiting for a nurse?
I won them all, naturally.
Part 5.
Of Feasts and Tests
Harry may be a good seeker, but he lacks in THUMB SKILLS.
Yes, I did indeed strike a triumphant pose.
"Miss Weasly?"
"Er, yes."
"This is quite difficult to say--"
Oh Merlin.
I know what she's going to say.
I'M DYING.
AAH THIS IS THE LAST DAY. THIS IS IT. I ONLY HAVE 24 HOURS TO LIVE.
Help me, help me! Aaah!
Nothing could be worse than dying.
"So I'll say it."
I can feel the anticipation in the room. Harry's breaths have gotten shorter, and I'm not even breathing at all.
(Insert a gasp for air here.)
"You're pregnant."
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Well, I suppose something could be worth than dying.
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Notes from the laptop of Emily:
That's right! I revised this chapter, almost completely. After taking awhile to grow up some (or not), taking some more English class, and reading some more books, I've written another chapter. (Yesss.)
Actually, it's a revision. (Sorry! I cringed at the last one, and it's not all showing up!) I hope to update more frequently, but please don't take my word on it. I often discouraged at my lack of writing skills (zz, homie g (oh please)), but I will do my best!
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