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Chapter One
The Life I Chose...
DECISIONS
Ginny's POV
Four years. Four long years. It seemed so easy for me to walk away then. It was so easy when I was younger to just walk away from everything that I ever needed and wanted. Four years ago....
"Weasley, get up," my room mate Ramona said to me.
I looked up at her staring down at me with those blueish green eyes, with a smile on her mild heart shaped face that let out a beem of light... atleast it did this early in the morning.
"Mona go away," I complained and turned around the other way, covering my ears with my pillow and closing my eyes.
"Virginia Weasley get your ass out of bed this minute or we're going to be late for work," she said to me.
Dispite what you may be thinking, she isn't anything like my friend Hermione. She's alot easier to talk to and not such a get-it-done-now girl. But when it came to work, she liked to get there, work, fool around, work, play jokes, work, eat, work, play, work, fool, work. That was pritty much my day in the offices with her.
"Let's go," she wined.
I turned around and looked at her again. Her Brownish red hair was down and as curly as usual. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a tank top. Why? I don't know, it was alittle cold in here.
I sighed and stood up. She threw a pair of jeans at me, a tee shirt, and a pair of shoes then went outside.
Great, now I had five minutes to get ready.
I slipped on the jeans, shoes, and shirt, then went over to wait for Mona to come back in and do my hair and makeup. Surely, a minute later, she knocked on the door and walked in. Knocking was her only warning. If you didn't say "not ready' or something then she'll walk in.
She smiled and did my makeup first. I liked it conservative, and she respected it, but sprused it up alittle bit, and that was fine with me. When she was done with that, I looked up and my makeup was the same as always when she did it---wite eyeshaddow, blue eyeliner, black mascara, and clear lipgloss. She then curled my hair and clipped it up, so that it hung back down... but looked about 3 inches shorter,. and left two peices hanging in front of my face.
"Ok, you look hot, let's go," she said and ran out the door in a funny kind of way. I laughed and fallowed her out, grabbing my perse and locking the door before I closed it behind me.
It was a three block walk for us to the office. We didn't drive for the most part, we just desided that apparating into a muggle office would cause some kind of a stir... and we didn't want that.
Mona was a witch, but sometimes I wondered about her. She seemed more muggleish. She did things the muggle way and acted more... muggle. But she was deffinately a witch, no doubts for me. Living with her for four years, you kind of figure these things out. It was accually a funny time when we found out that we were both witches....
Oh the times. Yeah, I suppose you could say that she was my best friend, although I did miss my friends back home. I barely talked to any of my family besides Charlie, who would end up coming into Rome for a few days at a time for meetings. Then we'd get togeather, I'd get chew up for not contacting anyone, and then we'd say goodbye again.
There'd been one thing that I had been thinking about doing for a long time. Going home. There must have been a million letters that I started to my Mum and Dad, but they all turned into notes for the job.
Mona often got after me for not contacting my parents. I could kind of understand why, though. She had lost her entire family to a house fire. The only ones that made it out were her and her puppy, Skyp, who went with us everywhere.
Yes, even now.
"Ginny, I have something to say to you," Mona said about halfway to home.
"What's that?" I asked her.
"Go home. You need to soon," she said to me, "I know that your family is worried about you. They've written you a million times and you've never once written back. Ginny, it's your family and your friends. You need to go back and deal with it."
"Mona, it's too late now. I made a choice and I can't go back. Not now. I can't just write and say, 'Hey Mom, I'm coming home, I can't wait to sleep in my old room again.' Seriously, Mona, I can't," I said to her.
"Well seriously my ass," she said back to me, "We have a break coming up. Go home for the holidays."
"What about you? What are you going to do?" I asked her.
She sighed, "I think I'm going to go to Joe's and spend the holidays there."
"Joe's? You're going to stay with your almost dead muggle grandfather for the holidays and do what... sleep all day?" I asked her.
"Well what else can I do?" she asked.
"If I go home, I want you to come with me," I told her, "you're the only thing that I have here and you're the best thing here. I want you to come and be with me, meet my family. I want them to meet my best friend."
"I already know Charlie," she said.
"Oh trust me, you ain't seen nothing yet," I said to her.
She laughed, "Fine, I'll go with you. But you have to write your parents and tell them, alright? During lunch today."
"Alright, I will... I promise," I said to her.
"Great, so it's settled, we're going home for the holidays?" she said.
I laughed, "Yep, we're going home for the holidays."
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