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Ginny Weasley Samples
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001/2ND WAR With an irritated huff and a couple of growls, Ginny pushed her way through the very crowded hallways. She was sick of being stuck inside. It wasn't exactly nice outside, in fact it was starting to get downright cold, but if she had to stare at these cold stone walls and hear people whining for one more minute her head was going to bloody explode. It was too cold. Class was too hard. This boy was too mean. Girls were too catty. Blah blah blah. Ginny wanted to whack a bludger down the hall like muggle bowling. She was certain she could get a strike... and then a couple of detentions. Which is why she was rushing to the Gryffindor dorms. And then up to her room to drop her books on her bed and change into something comfortable. Today was a quidditch kind of day. She didn't care if the wind would freeze her nose and ears and other little appendages. She didn't care that no one in their right mind would spend today on a broom. She just needed to get outside and blow off some steam.

It wasn't that she was really angry at anyone specifically. Not today anyway. She told herself that she wasn't really angry at all. Of course, the thoughts that ran through her head as she whacked a bludger down the pitch toward the goal posts disagreed with that. At the most she was just irritated. Not at anyone specifically, of course. If she were mad at anyone it would be Harry, Ron and Hermione. And Ginny was determined not to be angry at them. Maybe Mum and Dad. But they were too far away to be furious with right now. Ginny just hated being left behind. She ducked, swinging her broom around and cursing silently at herself for being distracted enough to miss that one. A bit of a dangerous dive, a few feet from the ground, and Ginny whacked the bludger directly upward with force that one wouldn't assume her size contained.

Mostly she just didn't want to be stuck at Hogwarts anymore. Everyone in her family was a part of the Order. Bill, Charlie, the twins, even Ron. (Percy didn't count.) Fleur had only just become a part of her family and already was a part of the Order. And yet Ginny wasn't even allowed in on the meetings. Ginny dropped down and loosed the other bludger, kicking off the ground to follow it once it had taken off into the air. The trio got to run off in the middle of classes to try and save the world. But Ginny was locked behind closed doors. And why? Because of one tiny incident in her first year. It was bloody rubbish. A duck, a spin, and a loud crack as she knocked one bludger flying toward the goals again. Followed by a second crack, which she had to stretch and nearly fell off her broom to reach, as the bat connected with the second bludger. Even the violent force of her hits weren't seeming to calm her temper much. This was going to be a long evening.
002/POSTWAR Paperwork. Bloody paperwork. There was nothing in the world Ginny could think of that she hated more than paperwork. You'd think that all the homework she got in training would be enough. But no, of course not. The Ministry decided that every potential Auror needed to fill out three filing cabinets full of paperwork. And, according to some of the graduated Aurors, it didn't lighten up much when you finally became an Auror. There was paperwork before jobs and paperwork afterwards. They had to know where you were going and what you were doing and why. And then you had to tell them what happened. And if you caught or killed or saved anyone, those were all seperate forms. And Ginny was just not at all excited about the prospect of having to do more paperwork when she finally graduated. But the pros, finishing off the Death Eaters, out weighed the cons.

Kicking the door to her flat closed behind her, Ginny made her way toward the office. She was hungry, but food would have to wait until she lost twenty pounds... twenty pounds of paper, that is. She could have sworn she heard the desk creak beneath the weight of the folder when she set it down. Then she flopped back in her chair, groaning and tossing her wand onto the top of the pile. There was a group of owls on her desk, all unread, that had been sitting there for three days. If she had time, she would have gotten to them. But she knew if any of them were from Mum and she didn't reply today, half the Weasley family would be pounding down her door to be sure she was still alive. So she sat up, pulling the stack into her lap. Flipping through them, Ginny mumbled to herself as she organized them on the desk. "Work, work, work," three owls on top of the dreaded stack. "Mum, Ron, Mum, Mum, Work." Bottom, top, bottom, bottom, stack. "Hermione. Mum. Work. Mum... Merlin that woman is overbearing." Second. Bottom. Stack. Bottom.

Huffing, Ginny pulled open the owl from Ron. Maybe she needed to get out and eat something before she started on all that paperwork. And Ron was just the guy to do it with. If she drank, Ginny would be getting pissed right about now. But considering she didn't trust herself with clouded judgment, that wasn't an option, despite the pushing that Ron might do now and again. So a bite to eat would have to do. "Ron... hungry? Meet me here and go somewhere? -Gin." She mumbled as scribbled the note. Then she tied it to the leg of her pygmy owl and sent it off to her brother.


1st Person Samples
001/ANYTIME So I was wondering, does anyone think Binns would notice if I played exploding snap? Some Slytherin bloke just spilled an entire tin of quills and Binns didn't even blink. Everyone else yelped, but Binns went right on talking, even when we were all laughing. Has anyone ever gotten away with a game of exploding snap in here? I might try.

I probably won't be at lunch. I'm going to find somewhere secret to study. I'm sure no one will find me to interrupt me because I really need to study.

[Hexed; Private to Gryffindor Quidditch Team] Practice has been rescheduled to Friday at two o'clock pm. Yes, I know that's everyone's free period, but it can't be helped. I'm just glad we all managed to have a free period at the same time. We need to be well practiced for our first match. It's against Slytherin and I will not accept a loss. We had to reschedule around the DA meeting and the other houses try-outs and practices. Absense, lateness, and whining will all be dealt with in laps... potentially worse depending on my mood. So I wouldn't push it, blokes. Especially you, Ron. I'm sick of your attitude toward me and I'm not going to deal with it anymore. I'll go with our second string Keeper if you don't check your attitude. Mine is the only attitude allowed on the pitch during practice. And if you have one during games, it damned well better be focused on anihilating the other team. [/Hexed]

[Hexed Private] It's amazing. He's amazing. So strong and gentle at the same time. He amazes me. Despite the circumstances, I swear I'm the luckiest girl in the world. And he really could have any girl in the whole bloody world. Since we "broke up" they've all been throwing themselves at him. I've nearly decked Romilda Vane a dozen times in the past few days. She's going to be in the infirmary by the end of the year, a few times probably. And I'll get detention. But it'll be worth it. ... What was my point? Oh, right! How lucky I am that he chose me! Did I mention he's amazing?

He told me things while we were in the Room of Requirement. And for the most part they scare the bullocks out of me. It was like I could see every horrible thing of our future. He made me promise that we'd never turn out like his parents. But we already are. We're hiding away from the world like they did. But at the same time, just being with him, even only in secret, is so amazing and feels so perfect that I'd face anything for him.

Even all this hiding away he wants me to do. He wants to protect me. And as much as I hate sitting around and feeling useless, I'll do it. I guess I kind of realized our responsibilities. I say "ours" because being with him gives me some too. I mean, I don't want to be a distraction from what he has to do. And I need to do what I can to help bear his weight, as much as he'll let me anyway. The Wizarding World is dependent on him and whether or not he'll let himself admit it, he's dependant on me... on my love. He said I'm his reason for fighting, he's fighting to save our future. I'm only 16 and I already know exactly what I want out of life. And it doesn't scare me. What scares me is the idea of not having that future with him. [/Hexed]