To Whom It May Concern:
Chapter One: Somebody Save Me
A quaffle slammed through her window, followed by the guilty sounding voices of her brothers. Why oh why did they have to practice quidditch on vacation? She walked away from her desk, muttering angrily to herself of the hassles of having a large family. She grabbed the red ball and threw it at Ron, who merely moved to the side a bit while she continued to glare.
"Unlike you, I'm trying to get my homework done before the last possible moment. Now if you can please just stay away from my window for a few hours I would be extremely grateful. Please?"
"Sorry, no can do Gin. We've got to get Ron in shape! You don't want Gryffindor to lose to those slimy Slytherins again, do you?"
"I suppose not. Just keep it outside though, all right? I really want to get this done now and not end up staying up the entire last week of August like everyone else."
"We can only try!" Ron threw her a sheepish grin and flew off with the quaffle. "Come on boys, let's keep it away from Ginny. She's got a temper just like Mum."
She scowled and muttered a spell to fix the window, knowing that Ron was right for once. Ginny certainly had grown into her Weasley rage. She went back over to her desk and sat down, trying to write a paper on veritaserum for Snape. He wanted six feet by the beginning of their first class. Bastard.
She had only finished off her first foot of writing when Ron flew through the window and landed on the floor with a loud thump. She growled and he tried to hide behind the quaffle, mumbling apologies.
"It was Fred's fault, honest! He threw it straight at your window and I knew you didn't want to be disturbed and I tried to catch it before it crashed through again, but I didn't stop soon enough. I'm really sorry! Please don't tell Mum!"
"I won't tell Mum," Ginny said sullenly, "but you have to do all my chores for the next month."
"Done!"
"Now get out."
She went back to her desk and ripped off a piece of parchment, scribbling a note.
"Ron, I'm borrowing Pig, and don't even think about objecting." He wasn't paying attention, as usual. So she walked to his room and tied the message to Pig's leg.
"Take it to everyone Pig, until you get a response." She let him fly off, hoping someone would hear her plea for help.
To Whom It May Concern:
I am currently going out of my mind. My brothers and their friends have taken over the house and backyard and if I don't escape now it might be the last time you see me outside of St. Mungo's. Someone please save me from this hell.
Sincerely, Ginny Weasley
Chapter One: Somebody Save Me
A quaffle slammed through her window, followed by the guilty sounding voices of her brothers. Why oh why did they have to practice quidditch on vacation? She walked away from her desk, muttering angrily to herself of the hassles of having a large family. She grabbed the red ball and threw it at Ron, who merely moved to the side a bit while she continued to glare.
"Unlike you, I'm trying to get my homework done before the last possible moment. Now if you can please just stay away from my window for a few hours I would be extremely grateful. Please?"
"Sorry, no can do Gin. We've got to get Ron in shape! You don't want Gryffindor to lose to those slimy Slytherins again, do you?"
"I suppose not. Just keep it outside though, all right? I really want to get this done now and not end up staying up the entire last week of August like everyone else."
"We can only try!" Ron threw her a sheepish grin and flew off with the quaffle. "Come on boys, let's keep it away from Ginny. She's got a temper just like Mum."
She scowled and muttered a spell to fix the window, knowing that Ron was right for once. Ginny certainly had grown into her Weasley rage. She went back over to her desk and sat down, trying to write a paper on veritaserum for Snape. He wanted six feet by the beginning of their first class. Bastard.
She had only finished off her first foot of writing when Ron flew through the window and landed on the floor with a loud thump. She growled and he tried to hide behind the quaffle, mumbling apologies.
"It was Fred's fault, honest! He threw it straight at your window and I knew you didn't want to be disturbed and I tried to catch it before it crashed through again, but I didn't stop soon enough. I'm really sorry! Please don't tell Mum!"
"I won't tell Mum," Ginny said sullenly, "but you have to do all my chores for the next month."
"Done!"
"Now get out."
She went back to her desk and ripped off a piece of parchment, scribbling a note.
"Ron, I'm borrowing Pig, and don't even think about objecting." He wasn't paying attention, as usual. So she walked to his room and tied the message to Pig's leg.
"Take it to everyone Pig, until you get a response." She let him fly off, hoping someone would hear her plea for help.
To Whom It May Concern:
I am currently going out of my mind. My brothers and their friends have taken over the house and backyard and if I don't escape now it might be the last time you see me outside of St. Mungo's. Someone please save me from this hell.
Sincerely, Ginny Weasley