“And congratulations to Miss Quinn Weasley, for getting all Outstanding’s on her O.W.L.’s!” Dumbledore’s loud voice echoed in the Great Hall. His voice faded as I felt myself being shaken awake from my dream.
“Get up already!” said the figure standing over me.
“Oi!” I grunted, shooing away the hand that was my brother, Ron’s.
“You have to get up, Quinn, the train’s leaving in an hour,” Ron said, then lowered his voice and muttered, “and with the time it takes you to do your hair, we’ll all be late…”
“Hey, you better watch it.” I scowled, adjusting my pajama top- a black shirt with the words “Chudley Cannons” printed across the front in orange.
“Ron, have you seen my-” A boy said, coming into my bedroom. It was, of course, my brother’s best friend. Harry James Potter. Yes, “The Boy Who Lived”, if you prefer that title.
Harry stopped and stared at me for a minute.
“Uh, hello…” I greeted him awkwardly. Then I realized that I was in my pajamas, and gasped. “Get out, both of you!”
“C’mon, Harry…” Ron said, and he and Harry silently walked out.
“Merlin’s Beard.” I muttered, getting dressed as quickly as I could. In the Burrow, you could never have privacy. My bedroom door didn’t even have a lock!
After pulling on some skinny jeans, a maroon-colored top, and my black converse (a birthday present from Harry), I trudged down the many flights of stairs to the kitchen. Since my room was just below the attic, it was really high up- not to mention, I get pestered by the ghost. Yes, we have a ghost in our attic. No one knows really how it got in, but it’s been there ever since I was little. Used to take the mickey out of me when it pestered me when I was trying to concentrate on something, but nowadays it doesn’t venture out of the attic as often.
“Ah! And the sleeping beauty is up.” My dad, Arthur Weasley, said. He kissed me on the forehead and pulled out a chair for me to sit down in.
“Eat quick, Quinn.” Mum said, waving her wand in the direction of a stack of pots. The pots levitated into the air and started washing themselves in the sink. Fred and George, my two older brothers, were whispering at the corner of the table; probably thinking of ways to make us late. Bill and Charlie, the eldest of the siblings, weren’t home of course. Charlie basically lived in Romania, taming dragons. Bill was off traveling- he’s quite an adventurous person. We never see him that often, but he comes round during Christmas.
Percy was, of course, reading a book at the table. He’s the “sensible” one of the family, as mum calls him. All he talks about is school and how bad he wants to work at the ministry- it’s a load of rubbish! I can’t talk about school for five minutes without almost falling asleep. Sure, I love Hogwarts, but the classes are so boring. Most of the spells we learn we will never need in life- for example, Tallentallegra. Who needs to make someone tap dance uncontrollably? Not to mention, 75% of the things we learn in Herbolegy are only things Neville Longbottom is interested in. Neville’s a pro at Herbolegy- I think he’s the best out of our fifth year.
Ginny, the youngest of the Weasley siblings, was normally shy. She sat quietly, chewing her toast and reading the Daily Prophet. She’s always strangely interested in the Daily Prophet; she’s only twelve.
Then there was Ron, his red hair flying out in all different directions.
If only I could get a picture of him like that… I thought, laughing to myself, I could show it to Hermione!
