Drinny FF
Chapter 6
I woke up with a bursting headache after last night's happening. I might've gone a little wankers with the pot. My vision was still blurry, making it seem as though I was dreaming. I wish, I thought.
Instead, though, I spend the first 2 classes greening out. Heartbeat elevated, shaking, sweating and feeling disorientated. The symptoms disappeared after a few hours. As I sat in third period transfigurations, nodding, while the others did research on how to transform a frog into a horse, as it was all quite easy for me, professor McGonagall approached me.
Professor McGonagall: Good morning, miss Weasley.
I shook straight out of my slumber, trying to make it seem like I hadn't almost been falling asleep.
Ginny: Morning, professor.
Professor McGonagall: Well, seems like you had a good time last night.
She was referring to the Gryffindor house party last night. Though I didn't go, it was a valuable excuse.
Ginny: Yeah, I did.
I gave her an apologetic smile. Seeing as I was a top student, I didn't expect her to make a deal out of it.
Professor McGonagall: Miss Weasley, I got notice to send you to Dumbledore's office.
But I definitely didn't expect that.
Ginny: Oh, um, alright.
And so it happened that I found myself wandering the corridors, looking for all kinds of explanations as to why Dumbledore would summon me. Did I already get in trouble? On the first fucking day? What if he wants to talk to me about my mental? Fuck no. I can't deal with that shit right now. Did they find my weed stash? Am I gonna get expelled?
Though the smile on McGonagall's face had reassured me, my hands were still shaking as I reached the gargoyle's statue on the third floor. I looked at the password written on a piece of parchment McGonagall had given me. Then, a rusty, deafening squeaking gallowed through the empty, west tower corridor as the statue started moving and a circular, stone staircase appeared. I had only ever been in Dumbledore's office after the incident in the chamber of secret's but it had remained exactly as I'd remembered. A large circular room full of rare and unusual magic shit.
Professor Dumbledore: Miss Weasley, how nice of you to join me.
As I sat on the chair Dumbledore gestured to, I tried to ignore the portraits looking at me with curiosity.
Ginny: It's not as if I had a choice, so…
Professor Dumbledore: Well, I'll not keep you in suspense any longer. I want you to move up a year.
There was a moment of silence where I had difficulty to process what professor Dumbledore just told me.
Ginny: I'm… flattered, but- with all due respect- I think you you might've called upon the wrong person, sir. I'm Ginny Weasley.
Professor Dumbledore: yes, of course, miss Weasley. I'd understand if you'd want to stay in the same grade as you're friends and-
Ginny: No, sir, wait, I- I am elated at this opportunity. It's just- I mean, why me? Hermoine Grangers grades are way above mine and she'd be thrilled at-
Professor Dumbledore: Ah, yes, Miss Granger… Miss Weasley, it is often said that intelligence can be measured in a multitude of ways, each as unique as the individual to whom it pertains. While it is true that miss Granger excels in academic pursuits, your brilliance shines in different ways. You, miss Weasley, posses an emotional intelligence and a remarkable bravery. Your capacities in the most challenging of circumstances show a keen mind, capable of seeing solutions where others see only problems. You are intelligent in your own right and your gifts enrich the world just as much as any bookish knowledge. But, of course, the choice is yours, miss Weasley.
I thought about it for a minute. I thought about the friends I didn't have and the boring classes.
Ginny: I would love to take the opportunity, sir.
