JustBeMimble
Fizzing Wizbee
Floo Ferret
A mission of mercyGinny Weasley tiptoed up the stairs, carefully skipping the ones that creaked. Although Fred and George were busy at the shop in Diagon Alley, she didn’t want Ron to know what she was up to.
“Alohamora,” she whispered, turning the handle of the door.
It didn’t budge.
I wonder what they did to it? she thought to herself. She gave it a few taps with her wand, and the lock gave of purple sparks.
Naturally. A binding charm.“Eripio,” she said, a little more loudly than she intended. The door swung open. She stood for a while, listening for footsteps. But all she heard was the ghoul rattling about in the attic.
She stepped into the room, and the sunlight from the opposite window shone off of her beautiful ginger hair as she stood silhouetted in the doorway. Quitely, she closed the door behind her.
The room looked as if a Hagrid had mated a toyshop with a chemistry set and then the poor animal had exploded. But she had expected that. Her chocolate-brown eyes – so dark that it looked as if you could dive in and swim in the deep eddies and pools of chocolate lusciousness – scanned the room.
What did they do with it? She looked under the Fred’s bed. There was a knot of extendable ears, something that looked a bit like floo powder, some really smelly socks, and a stuffed teddy bear wearing a blue jumper embroidered with a yellow “F”.
Not here.George’s bed was next. Whatever was under there, however, was gone. It was clean.
Too clean, thought her lovely brain.
They knew I’d come looking for it.She went to the closet next. It was lined with shoeboxes full of old parchment scraps. She’d been through those before. Nothing new in here.
Then she saw it. A small, red box tied with string, sitting on George’s bedside table. Carefully, she untied the string and opened the box. It was empty. Undaunted, she put the lid back on, turned the box upside down, and opened it again.
A scream issued from the box.
I’ve found it, she thought. Quickly she reached into the box and pulled out its contents. As soon as she shut the lid, the screaming stopped.
With the screaming gone, she could now hear footsteps from below. She tied the string back around the box with a practiced hand and raced to the door, leaving her prize on the bedside table.
She opened the door and stepped outside just as Ron came up the stairs.
“What was that?” asked Ron.
“What was what?” she asked.
“I thought I heard screaming.”
Ginny widened her eyes in confusion. “I didn’t hear anything.”
“Really? Huh. Must’ve been my imagination.” Ron looked at the open door behind her. “Why is Fred and George’s door open?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I was just going to shut it for them.”
Ron looked inside. “Crikey. That place is a mess.”
“Sure is,” said Ginny.
They stared at one another awkwardly.
“Well,” said Ron, “I’m going out back. Want to come practice some quidditch with me?”
“Sure. Let me get my things.”
“Right then.” Ron went down stairs.
Ginny turned to shut the door. “Accio photograph,” she said. The object she had rescued from the box flew toward her. She shut the door restored the binding charm, and walked across the landing to her bedroom.
Think they can steal my stuff, do they? she laughed to herself. Gently, she put the picture of her and Neville dancing at the Yule Ball on her dresser. She sighed, remembering the wonderful time they had that evening, grabbed her quaffle, and headed downstairs.
Plants are people too.