(A/N: Sorry this story is taking so long. I just have no idea what to write. I mean, I only really meant it to be a oneshot. SEND ME IDEAS, please!

On a different note, I know this chapter isn’t very serious or mature, but what do you expect from someone whose Author’s Notes are longer than her chapters? Ok, I’ll shut up now. Here’s chapter two!)

Ginny loved her brothers; she really did. But there some days when she just wanted to murder them…in the dining room…with the candlestick…with Colonial Mustard…

Today was one of those days. Didn’t they understand that her jump-roping time was quiet-time? It was the one time of day (usually around 4:05) when she could be by herself and think. Sometimes she though about nothing; other times, she thought about shaving her legs, and how it made her think of Ritz crackers. No matter what, it was her quiet-time. And if Ginny didn’t have her quiet-time, things got REAL ugly REAL fast. The minute she walked out of the bedroom she and Harry now shared (hint, hint), Harry could tell there was something wrong. She not only looked ticked, but Harry used his Jedi Mind powers (Yesh, dead people have Jedi Mind powers, duh!) and found out that she was indeed very ticked.

“Uh, Ginny? Are you-?”

“I NEED MY QUIET-TIME!!”

Harry’s face quickly paled; he knew this was bad. He had interrupted her only once during her quiet time, but the wrath he had had to face was so terrible that he trembled just thinking about it. He went to hide somewhere. He wouldn’t be coming out for a few more hours.

Ginny didn’t notice, and continued on her rampage of terror, pushing Godric Gryffindor and Harriet Tubman out of her way. She finally made it to the three of her brothers she wanted to kill. Ron, Fred, and George took one look at her and ran like hell. She chased them all over the common room, causing many people to run from the room in an attempt to get out of the feeing redheads’ way. Ginny stomped angrily after them, screeching in a rather high-pitched voice, “YOU IMBECILES! YOU INTERPUTED MY QUIET-TIME! I NEED MY QUIET-TIME OR ELSE!!”

Needless to say, she eventually caught them. They all came away the victims of the worst bat-boogey hex in history. Bats wouldn’t stop attacking them for a month afterwards.

Later that night, Harry came out from his hiding place behind the fridge. He looked around and saw that everyone had left, which he took as a sign that Ginny was still armed and dangerous. He quickly replaced himself in between the fridge and the wall, and tried to go to sleep.

(A/N: I know, retarded, right? Sorry this is do short. My term paper was due today, so I didn’t have much time to write for both of my stories. Also, next week I’ll be out of town, so don’t expect anything. Really. I won’t have any access to electronics at all. Just forget I exist for a week, ok? So, see you in two weeks! Also, uh… REVIEW!)