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( October 1994 )
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THE FIRST CLASS OF THE SEMESTER BEGAN. Potions, which just so happened to be Ginger's favourite class. She excelled tremendously in the class and being on adequate terms with the professor also helped astronomically.
She filtered into the class with a group of students she wasn't familiar with. None of them being a friend to her, she sat alone, enticed with staying to herself to make conversation with anyone. Ginger took out a muggle quill or a pen and began marking on her arm with small messages for herself to help her forgetful memory or to fuel her curiosity with theories.
find out if ced's entering the tournament. if so, hit him with pride and prejudice. if not, give him a cookie.
what would happen if snape was hit with aguamenti? perhaps he would melt? test theory?
is there a number larger than infinity? check restricted section of library. maybe its being hidd-
"Well, hello there." A voice sounded from behind Ginger, she jumped and smeared the ink accidentally on her arm. She turned to face the person, clicked the tip of the pen to avoid any more ink spreading, and covered her arm with the sleeve of her dark cloak. There were three people, all Gryffindor, and perhaps all friends.
The Weasley twins and a friend.
The voice from before was far from familiar so it was most likely from the twins' friend. "Hello?" Ginger responded sounding more irritated than she intended to. She straightened her hunched over back in her stool and properly faced the three boys. "Sorry," she mumbled.
One of the twins moved to the seat to the left of her while the other and their friend stayed at the desk behind them. She smiled at him in acknowledging his decision to sit beside her rather than in the empty seat two rows back.
"Right, manners," she mumbled to herself. "I'm Ginger, Ginger Lunette. The twins might've already known that from the World Cup, but you don't." She stuck out her hand to shake with the mystery boy.
He gently took it and nodded while putting his left hand over their clasped hands. "Lee Jordan, pleasure to meet you." He slyly smiled at her showing his pearling white teeth.
The twin beside him rolled his eyes then bumped Lee over into a stool, causing Ginger and him to release their hands. "Right, we weren't properly introduced." The two of them stood tall in their seats offering Ginger their hands. "I'm George-" "-and I'm Fred." Their hands clasped hers to where one held her left and one held her right hands so her arms were crossed over each other. "Pleasure to properly meet you," they spoke in synchronization as they had at the World Cup.
Before more conversation continued, the doors of the class burst open revealing Professor Snape with his cloak floating behind him as he walked. Students quickly took their seats to avoid reprimanding from the man.
Severus Snape then went on to drone about the students having to read several pages out of a book to create an essay worth four scrolls that would be due the following day.
Groans erupted all around the class, including from the three boys around Ginger. She wouldn't have complained about it at the moment, but she wouldn't enjoy writing the essay, she loved the subject of potions, truly, but Snape made it so difficult to like it. Potions were her forte and she had no problem coming up with uncoordinated ingredients for an elixir, but who likes essays?
Sluggishly, Ginger turned to the beige page about Amorentia, she stared for a moment then turned sideways in her seat. "Are you reading this?" George turned to her and shook his head slowly. "Great because neither am I." She shut her book as he furrowed his eyebrows amused. "We can always do this later." He smiled at her and swivelled around in his seat to face his brother and friend. For conversation, Ginger began, suddenly feeling social around these boys. "You three are on the quidditch team, correct?"
"Correction, those two are, but I'm the commentator for Gryffindor." Ginger nodded her head at Lee. "You should come cheer us on next game, eh?" He smirked at her and she looked to the side at George who had already been looking at her.
"Unless Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff is going against you lot, I'm afraid I won't go to any other games." She shrugged, the boys all put hands over their hearts in fake hurt.
"Miss Ginger! You've wounded our hearts!" Fred dramatically threw himself down on the desk. "You've cut us deep." She giggled at the three dramatic boys.
"My dearest apologies boys, but I'd rather keep myself in the wonderful blue stands rather than the blinding red ones," she showed fake apologetics in her face and tone. "And I'm afraid I've heard nothing too spectacular about your matches, there's the occasional lightning strike and bludger to the head, but other than that, I'm going to keep myself to the blue and yellow matches." She shrugged.
All three boys listened closely to the girl, though, one seemed to be hanging onto her words more than the others. While Ginger spoke, the other two boys took notice of the boys dreamlike stare as he listened to the girl go on about Quidditch. Both took mental note of this admiration with glances at each other to be sure to tease him about it after class.
