Chapter 4! (sorry its even shorter!)
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The harsh light of morning was shining through the window at the burrow disturbing Ginny. She hid her head further under the pillow wanting at least ten more minutes of sleep regardless of the time. Ginny let out an audible groan, Ginny was not a morning person! Finally realizing she was not going to get any further rest, she lamely chucked her pillow at the window, cursing the sun for its incisive shining. Dragging herself out of bed, she grabbed a quick shower and headed down stairs.
"Morning Ginny dear," her mother greeted her.
Ginny just grunted in return.
"Would you like some breakfast dear?"
Ginny perked up at this and sat down at the table. After scoffing a plate full of food, a habit she had not lost growing up in a house full of boys, she looked up to her mother and said,
"Is there anything you need form the village? I'll be going down shortly to look for my pad."
"I don't think so thank you Ginny, I'll have a check, let me know when you're leaving."
"Will do," replied Ginny.
Feeling a bit warm, she headed up and changed into a lighter blouse. The sun was out in full force, it was going to be another warm day.
"I'm going now mum," she shouted as she grabbed her shades from the side and headed out in to the sunshine.
It was only 9am but the sun was blazing! She leisurely walked down to the village, the usual locals were about and Mr groves was walking towards her with his two little dogs.
"Morning Mr groves," she said politely.
"Morning little Ginny," came his reply.
He always called her that, as if she never got any older! old people were like that she supposed, always seeing what they wanted to see, like age gave them a pass to not live in reality and just live in their own little world!
"You didn't happen to find a book on the street yesterday did you? I seem to have lost mine!"
"Sorry sweetheart I haven't, but good luck with finding it," he called over his shoulder as his dogs pulled him away. Ginny had to chuckle, those dogs were a menace!
She walked on down the lane and further into town. She would just pop over and see if it was handed in at the shop. She did not want to get in to it again with Mrs Day, but she did have an excuse to leave quickly, needing to find her pad. She was just opening the shop door when she noticed the note. Written in magnificent script, was a message to the owner of a lost book, stating, said book could be retrieved from the old cottage. Oh, that was a bit of luck, now I don't have to go in and deal with her! Ginny thought looking up, uh oh she's looking at me, Ginny smiled, waved, pointing at the note she grabbed it off the window and dashed off.
She wandered across the street towards the old cottage, the person who used to live there died and the family kept the cottage and rented it out to holiday makers. Approaching the cottage, she could see a brunet woman sitting at a little table. She could hear the woman talking to someone, who's she talking to, there's no one there! thought Ginny. She spotted a little device in her hand up to her ear, ah that's one of those fone things she thought. Ginny stood back and waited, not wanting to interrupt. The woman was dressed in a pair of dark green linen trousers, and a loose cream blouse, one of those see-through materials with a vest underneath, it looked cool and comfortable thought Ginny. Having put on jeans herself, even after changing her top before she left, Ginny was feeling the heat of the day.
Ginny was fascinated by the woman on the fone thing. She had never really been around muggles much. Her farther came home with all sorts of muggle things and stories, all the time. She watched the woman talk to the fone and assumed it would reply yet she could not hear anyone else. Ginny thought it was a much better idea to put your head in the fire where you could actually see who you were talking to. What if you were talking to the wrong person would you even know! No face fire calling is much better. The woman was putting the thing away in a bag, so she assumed it was finished, don't they even say buy? She thought.
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