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"Ginny dear,"
"Yes mum," Ginny's voice replied from the back step of the house. She poked her head around the door to better hear her mother.
"Be a dear and run to the village for me. I need some lemons and eggs too, a fox must have scared the chickens again they don't seem to be laying at the moment," said Mrs Weasley.
"Sure mum, no worries."
Reaching for some change off the counter where they kept the muggle money, she settled her book in the pocket of her cardie, tied it round her waist and was off skipping down the garden to the path that would lead her into town. She stopped her skipping when she reached the road not wanting to look like a twelve year old. She was technically an adult in the wizarding world having graduated Hogwarts two years prior. She slowed her pace and just enjoyed the sunshine, there was a hint of a breeze but the weather was getting nicer by the day now, summer was coming.
She didn't really know, even still, what she wanted to do with her life. Since leaving Hogwarts, she just spent her time helping her mother at home or spent time drawing. She loved to draw, not knowing really when that had happened as art was not something they taught at Hogwarts! Thinking back, she could sort of see that it must have started when she was younger. Being the only girl and the last to attend Hogwarts, she had a whole year at home on her own. She remembered now, she was looking through her father's shed, she used to like sneaking in there knowing her mother wouldn't allow it really, she found this thin little stick with black and yellow stripes up it, it fascinated her with its little dark point at the end, she wondered if it was a weapon of some kind. Her farther caught her with it one day and she panicked thinking she would get in trouble, technically her farther should not have had these things either being from the muggle world.
"That is a penseel," he explained to her. He pulled a piece of parchment from his robe and showed her what it did.
"It's like a quill you see, but this bit on the top makes it disappear. No magic involved! Clever these muggles," he said, handing her back the pencil.
"Can I keep it daddy, please?" Ginny pleaded. She could always get her own way with the farther, being the only girl, and the youngest.
"Ok dear, but don't tell you mother." He said the last bit in mock whisper, gaining a chuckle from little Ginny.
Since that moment on, Ginny had always drawn. At first, it started as fascination, then she realized that she actually really enjoyed it. She would always carry some parchment with her in case she ever saw something she wanted to draw. Since she left school, she found herself drawing more and more, not just what was in front of her, but things from her memory.
She used to love to draw at Hogwarts. There was always something new to draw or something she'd drawn before but now shown in a different light. She had books and books of drawings from her Hogwarts days and often would look through them remerging about all the fun she had there. since leaving, all she seemed to do was draw or sit reminiscing, her mother didn't seem overly bothered that Ginny had not gotten herself a job, she seemed to quite like the company now all the boys had up and left home, not that you'd know it, they all seemed to turn up every night for a feed. Ron even brought his laundry over last week, he feigned he was so busy at work everything was just piling up, of course molly being the mother hen she was, was happy to do his laundry for him. Ginny had to chuckle to herself, what those boys get away with she mused, a small smile pulling at her lips. Soon she was at the storefront, her feet on autopilot.
"Morning Mrs Day," she said brightly.
Ginny knew Bridget Day was a witch. She had married a muggle and decided to stay in the muggle world. After he died, as was normally the way, as wizards lived longer than muggles, she was happy in the muggle world. She wanted to live near the wizarding world also, so she took up residence in the village here.
"Got yourself a job yet?" she inquired.
god she's worse than my mother, thought Ginny.
"Not just yet, maybe after the summer. Plenty of time for careers later on!" she quipped, quickly grabbing the eggs and lemons and placing the money on the counter.
"But what about a nice man and a family, need to get those in too?" the old witch smiled kindly at Ginny.
She IS worse than my mother! she thought, panic rising. Luckily, her mother had been focusing on the boys with this stuff so far, probably because she still saw Ginny as her baby.
"No rush," she nervously replied.
She practically ran out of the shop door, nearly tripping over Mr groves two little dogs on the way and stumbled across the road, that meddling old witch had better not start on at my mother with that crap! she thought glancing back with a slight frown crossing her face, that's the last thing I need. Sometimes her mother was like a dog with a bone, she had seen it with her brothers, no wonder they all left home!
Rounding the corner of the lane, she saw the burrow in the distance over the field and felt the magic of the disillusionment charm pass over her. Being so close to muggles, the charm was set up at quite a distance from the house. Perhaps it was time to start thinking about her future, not the one with marriage and kid's god no! She was too young for that, plus, she wasn't even interested in having a relationship with any one. Sometimes she thought herself strange not being interested in that sort of thing. Back at Hogwarts, when all the girls were chasing boys, she would always rather find a quiet spot and draw. No, a job would have to be her next big thing, but what to do!
There wasn't much, if any, call for art in the wizarding world due to the fact of magic! There's no way she would even know where to start looking in the muggle world, if she could even consider that. Humm, I could always ask Mrs Day, she thought, then immediately scrapped that thought!
"Interfering old witch," she mumbled to herself.
Reaching the house she shrugged off her cardie, she didn't need it after all, the day was pleasantly warm.
"Here you go mum," she said putting the groceries on the table.
Making a mental note to try and keep her mum away from that shop as much as she could, for fear of Bridget putting idea's in her head, she added,
"Any time you need anything from town, you let me know. I enjoy the walk."
"There's a good girl," Mrs Weasley praised.
"Now go wash up, lunch won't be long and I think your brother is popping in."
Yeh, but just for the food! Ginny thought as she went upstairs to freshen up.
After lunch, Ginny went outside with a book, a book about career prospects. Everyone was given one in their last year at Hogwarts, mainly to help the muggle-born see what sort of jobs they could have in the wizarding world. Worth a look, she thought to herself after deciding she was definitely going to get a job.
Seeing Ron over for lunch sporting his new jacket, a muggle biker jacket he had called it, made Ginny think, actually if she had a job, she would have money and she could buy anything she wanted. That idea had stayed with her. There were a few things she had seen in recent weeks that would look super-hot on her, if she didn't say so herself!
Plonking herself down under one of the trees in the orchard, she flipped the book open and perused the contents. Auror, nah she thought, medi witch, not really. Master of a specific craft, what!
"How many years to become a master! I don't think so," she mumbled to herself.
She had not done too badly at school, earning average results in her OWL and NEWTS. With her dad and brothers working at the ministry she didn't really want to go there and work. What to do, what to do, she pondered absent-mindedly skimming through the book on her lap. If only I could have a profession that involved drawing! she thought, her mind turning back to her favorite pastime.
Snapping the book shut, she stretched back against the tree admiring the view. She never got tired of the views where she lived, ever changing with the seasons. She noticed a bunny over by a large tuft of grass, she reached for her sketch pad out of habit, but it wasn't by her side!
"Where the hell is that," she grumbled to herself.
Knowing the bunny would hop off at the first sign of movement from Ginny, she just sat there. She watched the bunny clean itself then have a little sniff, if Ginny didn't know any better she would have thought the bunny was watching her! Finally, the bunny hopped off and out of sight.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, she got up and wondered back down to the house where she knew she had her pad last.
She looked on the steps, not there, ah, cardie, I'm sure I put it there! she thought. Not there either! She hardly ever misplaced her pad, where is it? She racked her brains.
"Mum, have you seen my pad?" Ginny called in to the house.
"By the fire dear," her mother called back.
"NO! not that one."
"On your dresser then!"
"No, not that…... never mind!"
Honestly woman call yourself a housewife, you don't even tidy up after me!
For the next two hours, Ginny scoured the house for her pad, getting more and more frustrated as she went. It has to be here somewhere.
"Honestly dear, are you a witch?" her mother asked.
"What?! Yes, what's that got to do with anything?"
"Accio duster!" her mother said, and a duster deftly flew in to her outstretched hand.
"Oh no! I'm not falling for that one again! Last time I tried that all 10 came hurtling at me, bloody near knocked me clean out they did! There's about 20 of them now!"
"Language Ginny!" her mother admonished.
"Why don't you retrace your steps dear," her mother inputted.
"Yeh, thanks mum. Like I haven't done that a thousand times already," she mumbled to herself.
"What was that dear?"
"Nothing mum, thanks," god that woman was Insufferable; I suppose it's not her fault.
Suddenly her mother's words rang through. Of course! I went down to the village earlier, it must be down there she thought. She looked at the clock on the mantel, it was far too late to retrieve it now. Residing herself to the fact she would have to be without it for the night, she slumped down in the chair by the fire. It was summer now so a charm was put on the fire so as not to produce heat. It looked nice and the flames licking around were comforting.
"Sit up Ginny, that's not very ladylike," her mother chastised.
"Did you find your pad dear?"
"No. I'm sure it's in town, it must have fallen from my pocket. I'll get in first thing tomorrow," she sighed.
"I'm sure someone picked it up, Bridget probably has it. It'll be safe till the morning love." Her mother said trying to sooth the young girl.
Her mother knew what an affinity her daughter had for her pads, always off somewhere drawing. Molly did not mind, the place had become quiet as her children had grown up and left home, although they always returned for some famous Weasley grub. If there was one thing molly could do, it was cook.
"Well dinners nearly ready," she said, and as if on cue, her farther walked through the door.
"What's up Ginny, why so glum?" He asked.
"Oh she dropped her pad in town," her mother replied for her.
Her farther sent her a sympathetic look, he knew all too well what those pads meant to his daughter. He remembered the day she stumbled across the pencil in his shed and ever since then she had never been without a pad in her pocket. She was skilled with a pencil, he would give her that.