Lion in the Snake's Den [open]

[GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY]

She sat in the Slytherin common room. At first when she came in she was amazed, even suprised. They were underneath the lake. It was much cooler than the Gryffindor common rooms, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Recently she's learned the little bit of extra heat in her body made most rooms in the school stifling. She tended to wear much cooler clothing now, despite it beginning to become cold, than she would have this time last year. She found the heavy robes she was forced to wear in classes unbearable, often placing light cooling charms on herself when she could get away with it.

Neville complained about the cold sometimes, but even he was impressed with the placing of the common room. Now, she was just uncomfortable. She felt a little better than when she first was forced to stay in the Slytherin common room, not by much though. She liked her house, at least she did before this happened. She would never have expected them to act so violently toward her. She sat in an armchair near the fireplaces, a very light version of her usually blood red swirls was appearing on her skin from the nearness of the flame. It was pink, almost looking like a welt or a bruise rather than the marks of her element.

She had her potions book on her lap and a peice of parchement over it. She had an essay due for Slughorn on Monday, and even though it was friday night she was stressing about it. She didn't want to have to do it over the weekend. It was a Hogsmeade weekend but she was probably not going to attend, despite the fact that her sugar quill stash was getting rather low. She didn't need to see Dean Thomas and his new girlfriend, whoever she was, snogging. She had to admit the couple was a pretty good one. She knew her relationship with Dean wouldn't last, but it still stung that he could get over her so quickly.

She closed her book on her essay, tossing it to the side of the chair she was sitting in. She couldn't focus on the stupid essay. It wasn't like it was difficult, but that was the problem. It was so easy, so boring. She could do this crap in her sleep in her third year.