lucky you.

first daughter, seventh child; magic and bad luck battle your veins. { indie ginny weasley. private & selective. }

[sxventh]

sweaterbottom

toneofsurprxse

"Perfect; exactly who I needed. You're good with Herbology, right?"

[prxtego]

         ”I wouldn’t come in here, were I you. Apparently there’s been a pixie infestation.”                                         And unfortunately, she’d drawn short end of the stick.

[sxventh]

"Pixies? Oh, so that's what they were giggling about earlier. Really overdone, though.

I can help you round them up, if you'd like, Professor."

[jointhe-bigboys]

"Just a bit of fun!"              ”Things have been extremely dull around here." "So we thought we’d do you all a service   and lighten things up a bit.”               “Do you not appreciate our consideration, sister dear?" "I mean seriously Ginny.   There has to be something lively   happening around here.”

[sxventh]

"Honestly, if someone wanted a bit of fun around here I'm certain they'd find it themselves--not have it thrown onto their heads.

What are those, anyways?"

[sxventh]

home - ask - submit - rules - nav

[jointhe-bigboys]

sxventh

“Watch out down there!"             “Two dangerous gingers coming through! “Bombs away George!"              ”Couldn’t have said it better myself, Fred!” 

[sxventh]

"God, what are you two gits up to now?"

{ she manages to dodge the thrown projectiles, her bag being brought up to cover her head. no one knows what they've got inside those things. }