It's good to be back home. [open]
Mar 13, 2017 22:08:45 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 22:08:45 GMT
Ginny grinned as she watched the Hufflepuff boy; his mirth was infectious and she was ever so slightly worried that if he carried on for much longer then she would start to laugh, and if that happened then it was more than likely that the pair of them wouldn't stop laughing until they were well into the summer holidays, and even then they'd still be breaking out into giggling fits ever so often. She had a feeling that that would not go down at all well with Professor McGonagall; having two seventh years going around the corridors laughing like two second year girls. So for both of their sakes, she hoped that he stopped sooner or later.
"My dear boy, there is more than one girl in this school, you know. There is still hope- although if you don't stop laughing, I'm not sure how you plan to chat them up." the girl responded with a wicked grin. She knew that the sensible thing to do would be to calm the boy down- they were already getting some strange looks from passing students, and it was probably only a matter of time before a member of staff arrived and told them both to stop creating a disturbance (although how they could tell in the face of the sheer noise created by the crowds of students passing by was beyond Ginny's comprehension)- but she just could not resist the temptation to carry on teasing him. After all, could she help it if the badger was such an easy target? Could she help it that he burst out laughing at any given moment? No! But she would still very likely get the blame, because obviously Gryffindors were always the ones to cause the trouble. Ha. She guessed that she could thank Harry for that particular stereotype- Harry and his father- and made a mental note to tell him the next time that she saw him.
Ginny returned Jamie's exaggerated look of sympathy with an equally overblown look of comic relief. "You really mean it, Jamie?" she gasped, eyes wide in simulated astonishment. "You'll teach me the fine art of pouring alcohol down my throat?" The sarcasm was coming through now and Ginny was perfectly happy to let it do so. She had nothing against drinking, in moderation, but the idea of purposely getting drunk- impairing your judgement, making yourself feel ill and potentially killing yourself- just seemed ludicrous to her. Still, each to their own- if people wanted to slowly drown their livers in toxins then she had no objection to the principle, just so long as they didn't then start standing in dark corners and grabbing people like her as they went past, because that was just weird, and not only weird but stupid, because there was only one person like Ginny and that person was exceptionally good at hexes. The drunken assailant might never recognise their face again, if they were lucky. If they were unlucky, then they never recognised anything again. Judging by appearances, though, most of them would be quite happy not to have to look at their faces again, and Ginny could wholeheartedly support that- she had no pressing need to spend her evenings staring at the reddened eyes of a drunk across the bar and inhaling the noxious vapours that were currently making up his breath.
The redhead rolled her eyes at the Hufflepuff's next comment, but she had to admit that she was impressed. Not many people could sustain a conversation with Ginny for too long, if only because her kind of conversation was mainly made up of friendly insults and barbed comments. Jamie wasn't doing too badly at all, considering his lack of previous experience in dealing with her... well, just her. But she wasn't beaten yet, not by a long way. "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie." The Gryffindor gave an exaggerated sigh. "Just because you spend most of your life stuffing your face with food, doesn't mean that we all do. Some of us have more important things to think about, because, let's face it, there's more to life than treacle sponge." Ginny grinned. "And to answer your question, the winner is the girl who'll be leaving at the end of seventh year with a waist measurement that's less than the circumference of a nuclear missile."
"My dear boy, there is more than one girl in this school, you know. There is still hope- although if you don't stop laughing, I'm not sure how you plan to chat them up." the girl responded with a wicked grin. She knew that the sensible thing to do would be to calm the boy down- they were already getting some strange looks from passing students, and it was probably only a matter of time before a member of staff arrived and told them both to stop creating a disturbance (although how they could tell in the face of the sheer noise created by the crowds of students passing by was beyond Ginny's comprehension)- but she just could not resist the temptation to carry on teasing him. After all, could she help it if the badger was such an easy target? Could she help it that he burst out laughing at any given moment? No! But she would still very likely get the blame, because obviously Gryffindors were always the ones to cause the trouble. Ha. She guessed that she could thank Harry for that particular stereotype- Harry and his father- and made a mental note to tell him the next time that she saw him.
Ginny returned Jamie's exaggerated look of sympathy with an equally overblown look of comic relief. "You really mean it, Jamie?" she gasped, eyes wide in simulated astonishment. "You'll teach me the fine art of pouring alcohol down my throat?" The sarcasm was coming through now and Ginny was perfectly happy to let it do so. She had nothing against drinking, in moderation, but the idea of purposely getting drunk- impairing your judgement, making yourself feel ill and potentially killing yourself- just seemed ludicrous to her. Still, each to their own- if people wanted to slowly drown their livers in toxins then she had no objection to the principle, just so long as they didn't then start standing in dark corners and grabbing people like her as they went past, because that was just weird, and not only weird but stupid, because there was only one person like Ginny and that person was exceptionally good at hexes. The drunken assailant might never recognise their face again, if they were lucky. If they were unlucky, then they never recognised anything again. Judging by appearances, though, most of them would be quite happy not to have to look at their faces again, and Ginny could wholeheartedly support that- she had no pressing need to spend her evenings staring at the reddened eyes of a drunk across the bar and inhaling the noxious vapours that were currently making up his breath.
The redhead rolled her eyes at the Hufflepuff's next comment, but she had to admit that she was impressed. Not many people could sustain a conversation with Ginny for too long, if only because her kind of conversation was mainly made up of friendly insults and barbed comments. Jamie wasn't doing too badly at all, considering his lack of previous experience in dealing with her... well, just her. But she wasn't beaten yet, not by a long way. "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie." The Gryffindor gave an exaggerated sigh. "Just because you spend most of your life stuffing your face with food, doesn't mean that we all do. Some of us have more important things to think about, because, let's face it, there's more to life than treacle sponge." Ginny grinned. "And to answer your question, the winner is the girl who'll be leaving at the end of seventh year with a waist measurement that's less than the circumference of a nuclear missile."
