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Ginny was running she didn't know why she was running but she was, making a conscious effort to stop, she slowed down to a walk. With so much running through her head, she did the only thing that helped at times like this. Heading to a grove of trees, she sat down and got her pencil out to draw. It always helped calm her down. When OWLS were getting too much, or life was getting too hectic, she would always retreat to her pad, and everything would slow down and her worries would seem a million miles away.
Sometime later Ginny stretched, getting up, she headed back to the burrow, only just realizing how hungry she was, she broke out in to a run, she would sort out her thoughts and problems after a good feed.
"Ginny! Where have you been! I was going to send out a search party!" Scolded Molly.
"Oh mother, don't be so melodramatic! I found my pad, a lady picked it up, she offered me (a job) coffee and then I went drawing," said Ginny with mild irritation.
"Is there any grub I'm starving?" Inquired Ginny.
"You missed lunch! You were out!" Her mother replied indignantly. "There's a plate in the panty dear" she finished.
Ginny raced over and hungrily ate her late lunch. After her lunch, her mother had her cleaning out the chickens. Before she knew it, her mother was calling her in for dinner. As usual her brother Ron was there, her other brother Bill was also present.
"Bill!" she squealed, rushing up to him and hugging him fiercely.
"Hay Gin-gin." he replied, spinning her round in his arms.
"It's Ginny now you know, I'm not seven anymore!" she said, brushing herself down and feigning annoyance.
"You'll always be Gin-gin to me," he said smiling down at her.
"You softy," she said swatting his arm playfully.
"Good god, what is that smell? Is that you?" Said Bill.
"Yeh, yeh. I've been with the chickens. Ill shower after dinner, just sit down and shut up." she demanded, handing him the chicken platter,
"Here have some chicken," and they both chuckled.
Having finally stopped for five minutes, thoughts of earlier in the day started returning. She suddenly realized she did not feel so hungry. Picking at her dinner feebly, she could feel herself become more and more withdrawn. She could hear the noise of conversation around her, none of it getting through thou.
Bill looked up from his plate, Ginny didn't seem to be eating! No one else seemed to notice, he glanced sideways at her, something was bothering her! That much was clear.
"What's up gin?" He asked quietly.
"Nothing, eat your dinner," she said without looking at him.
Definitely something up, he thought making a mental note to ask her again later.
Ginny excused herself from the table and headed straight up stairs to take a shower. Uh Yuk, I hate chickens, she thought as she scrubbed the stink away. Having dried and dressed in some comfy pj's, she decided she was going to have an early night and a good think about things. She'd been pushing them out of her mind all day, but after emptying her pockets and seeing the card Hermione gave her earlier, she realized she would have to deal with it sooner or later. Grabbing her stuff and heading out the bathroom door, she walked right in to bill.
"Oomph sorry bill," she said regaining her balance.
"You going to bed? Bit early!" He said.
"Yeh I'm spent." she said.
"I've been running around like a headless chicken in that coop," she chuckled.
Bill smiled kindly at her.
"Pull the other one it's got bells on," he said to her.
He bent down, Looking Ginny in the eye,
"What's up sis? Come on, you can talk to me about anything!"
"I know" she replied, looking away feeling guilty.
Walking past him and on to her bedroom, he quietly followed. He sat down at her desk while she put her clothes away, waiting patiently for her to start talking. Sighing Ginny sat on the bed and looked at her brother.
"I came across something, something muggle and I don't know what it means, or really how to find out what it means, or what any other muggle type things mean! You know, muggle studies wasn't much help at school, and I never kept any of the books. Most of my class mates, the muggle borne anyways, said they were a load of tosh and that wizards really didn't know much about muggles anyway, at least not in modern days!"
Bill looked on at her, what could have Ginny this worked up, he thought.
"Well what was it? This thing," he asked gently.
"Oh, it was a word, hang on, let me get this rite… illustrator! Oh and commission!" Replied Ginny.
"Ok, well I know commission, I've heard that at work, it's not just a muggle word. A commission is the hiring and payment of a service specific to and often on behalf of another. So you do something for someone and they will pay you, but often it's to benefit someone else for them. Does that make sense?"
Ginny sat there taking it all in, "Yes, I think so", she said.
"As for the other word! Hang on, I know I've heard it before, let me think… ah, yes, I've come across that in Egypt, it's a drawing, yes illustration. A visual representation that is used make some subject more pleasing or easier to understand, there's loads of that in Egypt good job too, hieroglyphics are not easy to read!" Finished Bill.
"I said illustrator not illustration!" said Ginny in aspiration.
"I know, I know," said Bill. "it's practically the same word, it's got to mean the same thing, and perhaps muggles say it differently."
"Yeh your probably right," said Ginny.
They sat there in silence for a few minutes. Why is Bill still here, she thought. Hoping he would take the hint, Ginny stood and stretched.
"Rite I'm off to bed," she said looking pointedly at him.
"No, no, no!" said Bill.
"Come on, there's more to it than a couple of words you don't know the meaning to! How did you come across these words, in what context?" He demanded.
"Ugh," huffed Ginny. "you're insufferable!" Ginny groaned but answered anyway.
"I met a muggle, today in fact, you see I lost my pad, and she, this muggle, found it. I collected it from her and we got chatting, she's a writer and she offered me a job, to draw for her books." Ginny explained.
"Ok I'm happy with that answer thank you Ginny, good night." and with that he got up and left, gently closing the door behind him.
What! No comment, no brotherly advice! What sort of brother are you, she thought. She was tempted to storm after him and demand he come back and help her work all this out. Obviously, I have to figure this out for myself, she thought.
She wouldn't get much sleep tonight!
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