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Post by ‡Ginny Weasly‡ on Nov 15, 2005 20:38:30 GMT -5
It was a bright and sunny morning, a rarity with England's usual forcast. It was at that moment when Ginny Weasley was sitting in the Library window that the caressing sun had hit her face and side. She had decided at once to take a break from books and have a walk with Arnold on her shoulder around the grounds.
Her rich brown eyes looked up, a hand sub-conciously went to shade her sensitive eyes from the sun's harmful gaze. A small smile lit her face, how warm and giddy she felt. She started to move into a faster walk. Lost in her own thoughts.
Not even the worries of the rising Dark Lord or the death of a dear one close to mostly everyone in Hogwarts could dampen her spirits at this moment. Everything was quite. Most of the students had taken advantage of the good weather to take their books outside and study. But none had moved an inch near the lake in fear of hearing the long lecture of the school's librian. No one dare cross her.
So it was just Ginny and Arnold, and it suited her. Not far off a large slpash was heard, her head whizzed to her left to see just a smidgen of a tentacle of the giant squid. A small shiver ran up and down her back. Remembering what Harry, Hermione and Ron had to endure with the Twizard Torneament. Hermione and Ron were lucky to be asleep the whole time whilst poor Harry had to swim and save them.
Swallowing, a hand reached for the side of her face to brush away a small lock of hair that had sneeked It's way out from behind her ear.
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Nov 17, 2005 17:37:20 GMT -5
Pansy walked out to Ginny looking rather smug. "Who are you?" She said sneering. "Gryffindor, what a waste..."
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Post by Mark Berry on Nov 17, 2005 17:39:16 GMT -5
Mark followed her he was behind a boulder spying to see what was up or what Pansy might do.
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Post by ‡Ginny Weasly‡ on Nov 19, 2005 17:27:39 GMT -5
Ginny's head snapped to the side, her short hair flying all over. She scolwed at the girl in front of her, her eyes wandered to her cloak and saw the Slytherin emblem on her breast pocket. Ginny's face darkened, she hated Slytherins, all Gryffindors did, well any muggle-born child did.
"I wouldn't expect much from a Slytherin, they're only coniving sneaks anyway." Ginny snapped, she wasn't in the mood to fight, but she also wasn't in the mood to hear herself being critizized either.
The sun beated down onto her redening face, making it feel hotter then an iron.
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