Muriel sat sipping tea from an antique mauve teacup, her lace handkerchief neatly folded in her lap. "So", she asked, "How are you doing, Ginevra?"

Ginny shook herself out of the lethargy Muriel's floral perfume caused. "I'm fine. Hogwarts is educational. I'm in Gryffindor like my brothers. I like my classes except Potions. I've been journaling like you said to…..but Aunt Muriel - I'm Ginny."

"Hmmmph! You are a young lady, almost twelve. You are- or ought to be, - too old for nicknames."

Ginny rolled her eyes as Molly entered the room to call the family in for dinner.