Working Late Into the Night ((Lavender))

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny ran her fingers through her long, thick red hair while staring blankly at an open page before continuing to write again. An old, worn out scarlet textbook on Transfiguration was opened up before her. Professor McGonagall had assigned all NEWTs students an essay on the Aadvorto Aversus spell. Ginny had already finished another paper for Professor Tyler on the different kinds of Ancient Runes. She decided to take only one extra course which was Ancient Runes. Hermione had told Ginny all about the subject and it sounded interesting enough to take. Setting the quill back down on the table Ginny began to look over what she had just written. Her brown eyes scanned the essay looking for a mistake. Not even coming across one Ginny picked the quill back up and began to write again. She had almost just finished the last paragraph when a familiar stern voice spoke from the desk. “The Library will be closing soon; I suggest you leave before curfew comes.” Madam Pince said from behind her desk. Ginny stared at the Libran who resembled the looks of a vulture and had an attitude of one. Sighing Ginny packed all her things up and stared up at the clock that stood in front of the library. Ginny grew frantic as she only had ten minutes to make back to the Gryffindor common room before Flich patrolled the corridors.

Dashing out of the library Ginny rounded a corner and went up the flights of stairs. The portraits around her seemed to be getting ready to sleep while other just talked amongst them selves. Running up another staircase flight of staircase Ginny abruptly stopped on her hells as she was about to run into the fat lady portrait. The Fat Lady just stared at Ginny smoothing out her silk pink dress before asking her famous question, “Password?” Ginny thought for a moment than answered. The old woman just nodded her head and the portrait swung open. Walking quickly into the common room Ginny made her way over toward a table that was near the fireplace. Setting everything out on the oak table Ginny seated herself in the chair. She really didn’t feel like doing the essay anymore but it was due the next time. Sighing Ginny picked up the quill again and picked off she left.

((Sorry that this took me so long. I've haven't been in a real Ginny mood lately .))

[Lavender Brown]

Lavender lay in her bed staring up at the curtains above her. Her dorm mates were asleep. She, on the other hand, couldn't sleep at all. She was too worried about everything that was going on. Which wasn't much, but it was still enough to get her worked up. Why did life have to be so complicated? Why did magic have to be so complicated? She wished that things were just easy. That life was a piece of cake, but it's not. After all, if life were easy than there would be no fun. There would be no laughter. There would be no emotions. Lavender continued to lay there contemplating life for a few more minutes. After that she was too annoyed to continue to lay there. Sitting up quietly she pushed back the curtains of her four poster bed and quietly got out of bed. She didn't want to wake her dorm mates, but she didn't want to sit in bed for a few more hours either. She grabbed her Gryffindor robe and pulled it over her arms and around her tying it around her waist. She slipped on her slippers and started down the steps to the common room. At least there she would have some time to think and be loud if she wanted to.

As she stepped into the common room a familiar smell and warmth hit her. She realized sadly that this was her last year to smell it and see it. She took a deep breath of air and smiled. This place had always been one of her favorites, but soon it'd be gone. Just a part of her memories. A familiar sound fell upon her ears at that moment. Turning she saw a familiar figure sitting in one of the chairs. She walked over and sat down in a chair opposite of the girl. It was Ginny Weasley who seemed deep in thought over an essay she was writing. "Long time no see, Ginny. What are you working on?" Lavender said as she looked down at the parchment which had line after line written in ink on it. Ginny had always impressed Lavender. The girl always seemed to be on top of things and yet was still able to enjoy the fun times of life. Lavender wondered how she did it, because she definitely couldn't. Anytime life threw her a new curve she found herself completely out of control, in chaos. She didn't need chaos in her life, she needed order.