Ginny was eating breakfast with Luna when her family's owl swooped down and landed in front of her. 'Oh no,' She thought. 'Mum's gonna be so mad.' She shakily untied the letter from Errol's leg and he started eating bacon off her plate. She unfolded it, and began to read.
Dear Ginny,
Percy owled us to tell us that you'd gotten into Ravenclaw. Congratulations! Although we'd hoped you'd be with your brothers, your father and I are proud of you! Write if you need anything.
-Love,
Mum
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her parents weren't mad at her for not getting into Gryffindor, they were proud of her. She smiled, and set the letter down. Errol was being stroked by Luna and was cooing softly. "I like your owl," Luna said, feeding him a sausage.
"Oh, Errol? Yeah, he's sweet, if a bit daft. Well, I suppose we ought to get to class then?" Luna nodded, and they stood up. They joined the rest of the Ravenclaw first years to transfiguration.
She'd already been prepare for this class. Tom had made her practice transfiguration often, so changing the match into a needle took little effort. She sat and waited for her partner to finish, when she heard the professor's Scottish accent behind her. "Very good, Ms. Weasley. Two points to Ravenclaw." And continued walking around the room.
She tried not to grimace at only being awarded two points, and sat back. "That was really cool," The girl beside her said. She was short, with blonde wavy hair and blue eyes. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Astoria."
Ginny shook her hand and said, "Nice to meet you, you're having trouble?" The girl nodded, and they chatted while she transfigured the matchstick into a silver piece of wood.
"I just can't get this." She muttered, and sighed. "How'd you get it so quickly?"
Ginny smiled and said, "Just lucky, I guess. But you might want to slow down your wand movement, I think that's what messing it up. Like this," She said, slowly showing her the movements.
Astoria smiled, and tried again. The match stick looked shinier, but still held the matchstick shape. "Oh close enough!" She laughed and smiled at her. "Thanks anyways, I'm sure I'll get it eventually." Ginny agreed, and they chatted while they waited for their next class.
Herbology was fun, but her partner was rather clumsy and nearly dropped their pot. Professor sprout warned the boy to be more careful, and continued teaching them how to repot the strange plants. She hadn't learned much of this subject from Tom, so she listened with rapt attention as the teacher spoke.
History of Magic had to be the most boring class she'd ever attend in her life. The ghost droned on and on about Rudolph the Rusty and his involvement in the goblin riots of 1378. She resisted the urge to take a nap like the rest of the students in her class, and instead pulled out a small black book.
'I'm in History of Magic, and I'd quite like to die.' She wrote. She watched as her writings drained into the page, and red his reply.
'I'm afraid that feeling never changes. If they've still got that old ghost teaching the class, you're better off doing independent studying. How is your first day going?"
She rolled her eyes and wrote, 'Very boring. I had Transfiguration, Herbology, and now History of Magic. Later I have double Defense Against the Dark Arts. I am looking forward to that class, the teacher is famous. Mum bought every one of his books, he's quite a big deal.' She felt the book scoff, and she smiled. It did help that the teacher was good looking, too.
She changed her mind, this had to be the worst class she'd ever attend. Professor Lockhart had spent the first hour of class administering a test about himself. Now that they had finished it, he was having them ask questions which were about him of course. He was currently telling them about his latest adventure, and Ginny was already tired of hearing him speak.
"And after I heroically slayed the Gorgon of Genomally, I was awarded the Medal of Honor by the Minister of Magic himself!" He exclaimed, brandishing a large medal. "You see, it's not about using a large repertoire of spells, but simply using ones you're wonderful at and staying prepared!"
Ginny couldn't help but notice he pronounced repertoire incorrectly and neither, it seemed, could her classmates. The Slytherin first years laughed at that while the Ravenlcaws hid grins, and Lockhart puffed out his chest. "I know, you all must think that it's funny I defeated a dragon with simply a few well aimed diffindos, but it's true. As long as you're prepared, you've got a fighting chance!" He cried dramatically. Ginny held back a snort of laughter, and shared a side eyed glance with a slytherin girl sitting beside her. The dark haired girl rolled her eyes and smirked, chuckling a little.
'I was so wrong about Professor Lockhart,' She wrote later. 'He's more concerned about his trophies than teaching. Oh well."
AN: Wow, three chapters in only 2 hours. It does help that they're rather short. Once the plot picks up they'll be longer. Please review, I'd love to hear what you guys think about it! I still need a beta reader, if anyone would be willing.