Post by joolie. on Jul 16, 2006 16:50:22 GMT -8
A huffed sigh came from the pursed lips of a young woman, her lungs momentarily clogged by her mother's tight grip. "Mum! I'll be fine!" she gasped through her mothers' arm. "Oh, but Ginny, I'll miss you dearly," Mrs. Weasley shouted, rubbing tears from her face like she did after every summer.
Now, as I'm sure you've figured out, this young sixth year is Miss Ginevra Weasley, Ginny to all those in their right minds. Silky, firey, red hair fell a little past her shoulders, the wind blowing it just gently as she began to roll her trunk up the steps, and into the express. She watched as her mother said goodbye to Ron, her older brother by a year, and couldn't help but snicker to herself.
Finally, again, escaping the hands of her mum and dad, free to be herself, and whomever she wanted to be. Well, to a certain appropriate extent. But, she loved Hogwarts, and always had. But, one thing always made her days at Hogwarts better. Harry Potter. The black haired seventh year she had fancied for Merlin knows how long now, and that she knew was just out of her reach.
Sighing gently, she hoisted, with a bit of difficulty, her trunk up onto the top hammock of the empty compartment she found on the train. She flopped down into her seat, leaning back as she rested her head back against the cushion of the Hogwarts Express' comfortable seats. She closed her crystal blue eyes, tugging at the Quidditch shirt her brother Charlie had given her. Speaking of brothers, this brought another thought to her mind. Where was her dorky brother Ron? Oh well, not her problem. She quickly dimissed this thought as she shifted to her comfort, preparing for the trip to Hogwarts, bottling her excitment for when she actually had someone to express it to.
Now, as I'm sure you've figured out, this young sixth year is Miss Ginevra Weasley, Ginny to all those in their right minds. Silky, firey, red hair fell a little past her shoulders, the wind blowing it just gently as she began to roll her trunk up the steps, and into the express. She watched as her mother said goodbye to Ron, her older brother by a year, and couldn't help but snicker to herself.
Finally, again, escaping the hands of her mum and dad, free to be herself, and whomever she wanted to be. Well, to a certain appropriate extent. But, she loved Hogwarts, and always had. But, one thing always made her days at Hogwarts better. Harry Potter. The black haired seventh year she had fancied for Merlin knows how long now, and that she knew was just out of her reach.
Sighing gently, she hoisted, with a bit of difficulty, her trunk up onto the top hammock of the empty compartment she found on the train. She flopped down into her seat, leaning back as she rested her head back against the cushion of the Hogwarts Express' comfortable seats. She closed her crystal blue eyes, tugging at the Quidditch shirt her brother Charlie had given her. Speaking of brothers, this brought another thought to her mind. Where was her dorky brother Ron? Oh well, not her problem. She quickly dimissed this thought as she shifted to her comfort, preparing for the trip to Hogwarts, bottling her excitment for when she actually had someone to express it to.