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You know that …
The Charm Bracelet
“Ginny? Hey … Ginny … GINNY!”
“Time to wake up,” he said smugly.
She rolled onto her stomach and chucked a
pillow at his face. "Ron, get out of my room!"
“Sorry, but we have to leave in
half an hour.” He started tugging at her shoulder, and prodding her in the
center of the back.
“We’re going to see Fred and
George. Remember?” He sounded astonished that she could forget something so
important, but it had totally slipped her mind. They
were going to Diagon Alley today, just her and Ron. She was really exited at
the idea of being there without her Father or Mother, who frowned on the idea
(both of them were protective of their children; Molly more than Arthur
in many cases). However, pointing out that they were clearly capable of taking
care of themselves, and Ron nearly falling onto his knees begging, her mum had
She rolled out of bed and groggily
pulled on her slippers. Then, casting Ron a dirty look, she headed towards the
bathroom to get ready.
Ginny was still half asleep when
she walked down the stairs, twenty minutes later. She hated mornings. They were
too bright and too early. But she could smell coffee and bacon, which was enough
to get her out of the bathroom, and into the kitchen.
“Morning, dear.” Her mother was
bustling around, offering her a somewhat cheerful smile, though with all they
had been though in the last few weeks, it was hard to stay truly happy
for very long. Ginny mumbled something incoherently, and took a seat at the
table adjacent to Ron, who was already stuffing his face and reading the paper
between bites. Lately there had been a lot of news on You-Know-Who’s return,
though she didn’t understand why he had to read it in the paper, the Weasley
family had first hand information about everything that was happening with the
Dark Lord’s return. And the Prophet would only say what the Ministry wanted it
“Save some for me, please!” said
Ginny, as Ron reached for another piece of bacon.
“Ifyer eer rleer verd bemoe,” he
mumbled intelligently, as if it made the most sense in the world. She
rolled her eyes and helped herself to some coffee (which Ron had never had a
taste for, resulting in there always being enough for Ginny) and a piece
of toast, which she buttered delicately.
“Now,” her mother stated loudly,
after they had finished eating and assembled in front of the large stone
fireplace. “IF you don’t land in the right gate, don’t bother to look
where you are, just take the extra Floo powder I am giving you and come
STRAIGHT home. I expect you both here before dinner tonight. Oh, and ask
Fred and George if they want to come too, there will be plenty.”
“-Yes, mum-” they droned in
“-And stick together-”
“-And if you feel like you are in
danger, find the nearest fire place and Floo back to the burrow-”
“-Mum,” Ron interrupted, putting
his hand, signaling her to stop, “We will be fine.”
“I’m sure you will, but it is
always good to be prepared!” Ginny saw Ron roll his eyes, and had a sudden
image of Moody in her mind screeching ‘CONSTANT VIGILANCE.’
“Now remember, clearly … ‘Diagon
Alley,’” Molly said as if advising little children how to say
a long word. This time it was Ginny who rolled her eyes. Ever since Harry had
ended up in Knockturn Alley, her mother had made sure that they pronounce their
“Ok mum. Bye,” Ron said quickly,
as he leaned over to give her a hug.
Ginny repeated that gesture, and
grabbed a pinch of Floo powder. She stepped into the fire, and clearly
said, “Diagon Alley.”
She coughed a little as the soot
from the fireplace floated around her face. Remembering that Ron was probably
on his way through the gate, she hurried out of the way, and seconds later, the
tall redhead appeared in the emerald flames.
He choked on the ash, and Ginny
laughed at him, which earned her a playful punch in the shoulder. “So …
looks like it's just you and me,” He said.
“Yep,” she replied happily.
He grinned. “Cool. So, umm, do you
even know where their shop is?”
“I thought that you did!”
“Absolutely NO idea!”
“What are we supposed to do?” She
laughed at herself a bit, coming all the way to Diagon Alley to visit her
brothers, and not knowing where to find them. Neville would be proud…
“Meh-” He shrugged “-It isn’t that
big of a place … I’m sure that we will find it in no time.”
“Yeah, I bet you’re right,” she
sighed. “Let’s just start looking for a big orange and blue sign that says
‘WWW’ on it. Won’t be too hard to spot.”
Ron nodded, as they stepped into
the crowded wizarding community known as Diagon Alley.
Half an hour later, on the other
side of the alley, Ginny spotted the sign which read, ‘Weasley’s Wizard
Wheezes, Guarantied Chaos!’
“Guarantied chaos?” Ron read
questionably, “Well, I suppose, if they’re selling anymore of those
Ginny just smiled, and grabbed his
wrist to pull him towards the shop. It was nice looking on the outside, a dark
brown wood, with a sign over the door (WWW) and another one in the
window, which read ‘Grand Opening Sale. Everything in the store 20% off
until September 1st !’
“Ahh, trying to make nice with the with the Hogwarts
students before they have to go back to school,” Ron said reading over her
shoulder as Ginny pulled him inside. It was packed with customers; there was
barely a place to stand. Children were begging their parents to buy them
something or other, and other people were looking in amazement at one of the
everlasting fireworks floating above their heads. Ginny was glad to see that it
didn’t sport a rude comment like the ones that had been floating around school.
It was simply a red dragon that flew in circles; every once in a while shooting
golden sparks from its mouth.
The people were everywhere, and
Ginny was afraid that if she let go of Ron’s wrist, she would never see him
again. Suddenly, a patch of electric blue hair caught her eye. That’s an odd
choice of colour, she thought, very interesting though.
Ron seemed to have spotted the
blue haired witch too, for he was staring at her with a curious look. “You
know, I think that we might know …” As if to answer Ron’s statement, she turned
around to reveal a familiar face.
“Tonks!” cried Ginny, finally
letting go of Ron and running towards her.
“Hey, Gin,” she said. She
quickly embraced her, while adding, “It is my cousin’s birthday next week, and
I just had to check this place out! It’s pretty cool ‘eh?”
“Well, what can we say?"
“The owners are geniuses!” Ginny
turned around to see her twin brothers standing a few feet away. They
sandwiched her in a hug and let go only so she could breathe.
“So, what is our little sister
doing all alone in London?” asked George, with mock concern.
“Oh, I’m not alone, Ron is here …
somewhere,” she said, scanning the room. He was standing over by a large
shelf full of sweets. Why isn’t this surprising? she asked
herself. Quickly, telling the twins and Tonks that she would catch up with them
later, she headed towards her youngest (and tallest) brother.
“Hey, I found Gred and Forge,” she
said, coming up behind him.
“Mmhmm,” he half-heartedly
“Hello … Earth to Ronald!” She waved her hand in front of
his face. “Are you still with us?”
“Hmm, Wha-?’” he said, irritated,
as he came crashing back down to reality.
“I said I found the twins, if you
want to say ‘hi’ or something,” she repeated, rather annoyed.
“Oh, umm, yeah, I’ll find them in
a sec,” he said, going back to his own world.
“Ron!” she loudly
exclaimed, annoyed that he wasn’t paying any attention to her. “What are you
“Nothing!” he answered too
quickly, and the tips of his ears turned slightly pink. Her face split into a
grin, and she leaned against the shelf so she was facing him. He determinedly
looked at the sweets about a foot above her head.
“Ohh, Ickle Ronnikins, are you
“Gin, you have to stop hanging out
with the twins. Two of then is enough!” But his ears didn’t return to their
She smiled, taking this as a
“Is it a girl?”
“Do I know her?”
“Know who?” he said,
trying, and failing to look innocent.
“Ha! I was right … it is a
“I never said that.” He looked
away, going even redder.
“You didn’t have to, I figured it
out all by myself! So, do I know her?”
“Look, if you really must
know, it’s Hermione’s birthday in September, and I am not going to have a
chance to buy he something when we get our school supplies ‘cause she will be
with us!” he nearly yelled. Luckily, the shop was so loud, no one around
them noticed. He was visibly redder than at the beginning of their
“Well, that’s no big deal…
“There’s no unless!” he
mumbled, gripping a box of something that he had pulled off the shelf.
“Fine. You know, Harry’s
“I already got him something,” he muttered.
“Oh, you could have just said
that,” she said simply, “Unless …”
“There is NO unless!” he
“Whatever you say.”
He glared at her, apparently
choosing not to respond. She looked up at the box of sweets that he was holding
(or crushing). “ ‘Rainbow Top Drops. Just pop one in your mouth, and your hair
will turn all the colours of the rainbow for up to twelve hours’ … oh, yeah
cause I’m sure that Hermione would just love to walk around with
multi-coloured hair!” she said sarcastically.
“Do you have a better
suggestion?” he asked impatiently.
“Actually, yes I do. And it isn’t
here,” she answered matter-of-factly.
Ron glowered at her for a second,
then looked down at the box and sighed.
“Fine,” he said,
unenthusiastically, replacing the box on the shelf. “But only after I get to
look around a bit, OK?”
“Sounds good to me!”
“Hmm,” he mumbled, looking
around the store.
“And I know just the place,” she
continued, squealing, “It’s this great little shop, about five minutes
from here. It is full of little things that she will love. I remember a few
summers ago she sai-“
“Please shut up!”
Half an hour later, after bidding
goodbye to Fred, George and Tonks, they left the shop.
“So, where is this?” Ron asked,
trying to sound like he didn’t care. He hoped that he was convincing.
“Umm … I think that it is just
around that corner.”
“Ok,” he said, “What is in
there that you think she will like so much?”
“Well, it has a bunch of stuff …
just, wait ‘till we get there.”
They kept walking, looking in the
shop windows as they went. “You aren’t taking me to a book store, are you?
‘Cause I think that she has enough of those.”
“Nope,” she answered, as they
rounded the corner. “Better than that.”
“See, there it is,” Ginny said,
pointing towards a shop with dusty red paint, and the words, ‘Adraylea’s
Odds and Ends’ written on a sign above the door in gold. It had a
window display case that was holding unusual necklaces, and quills in colours
that he had never seen before.
“What is it?” he asked,
looking at an ugly fuchsia quill with electric blue spots.
“It’s a shop, Ron. You buy
things here,” she said sarcastically.
“I figured that, thanks,” he said,
annoyed. “I meant what does it sell?”
“Well, just antiques and things …
He gave her a skeptical look.
“Don’t worry! She will like it.
And now you can get her a gift that actually means something, not just
sweets or a book”
“I gave her perfume for
Christmas!” he declared, instantly regretting it. He could feel the
blood rush to his cheeks and ears.
“Yes, you did, didn’t you,” she
said, smiling slightly.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
God I hate it when she does
this. She is like one of the twins, only a girl, and therefore able to
use her powers against me… he thought. As they entered the shop,
bells jingled above their heads. Looking around he discovered that they were
the only people in the entire place, not even a shopkeeper. There were shelves
and tables that were full of knick-knacks, and rows of dress robes and other
cloths along the back wall. Ron was looking at another quill, this time in jade
green, with silvery and bronze stripes that coiled around it.
“Interesting …” he murmured
“Yes, well I found dat quill on my travels to Peru about
20 years ago,” a low voice with a thick African accent said. Ron jumped,
and turned to see a dark, old witch with a long braid of gray and black hair
that fell just above her waist, and was being held by a bronze butterfly. She
had dark blue eyes, and was wearing the most interesting robes that he had ever
seen, if you could even call them robes; They were deep red, which faded into a
yellowish orange, giving the illusion of a sunset.
“Of course, it is not my
favorite. Dis one-” she said holding up a quill that looked like a peacock’s
but was coloured deep orange, with a black, red and gold center, shaped like a
zebra, “-Is my favorite … I am selling, dat is. Dere are a few in the back, dat
I would never dream of parting wit. I obtained dis one when I lived in
South Africa. We were on a mission to find a rare species of lion, whose blood
had miraculous ‘ealing powers. I remember when-“ she cut herself off as she saw
Ginny, lurking in the corner, looking at the dress robes.
“Ahh, child,” she said as she
approached her, “Dose I found when I went to France, some fifty years ago. Dey
fit me at dee time, but sadly, I have long since been unable to wear dem,”
she said, examining the deep violet robes, which had a chain of delicate
looking roses that made its way around the waist.
“Wow, they’re beautiful,” Ginny
said looking at them closely. “But violet isn’t really my
colour,” she said, sounding a bit disappointed, as she touched her flaming red
“Well, dat is true … and we must
find something dat will show-off your beautiful eyes!” Ginny smiled, as Ron
coughed, and gave her a pointed look.
“Oh, right,” she said, remembering
the real reason that they were there. “Uh, we’re actually looking for a
gift for someone.”
“Aha, I see. Well, who are you
looking for? What are dey like?” she asked Ron, who raised his eyebrows and
pondered the response.
“Umm, lets see … she is a know it
all, brainy, talkative, bookwo-“
“Ron! She is smart, and
sophisticated,” Ginny said, shooting an annoyed look towards her brother.
“Err ... yeah, I guess that
she is that too,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous
fashion. The lady, presumably Adraylea, gave him a knowing look.
“Oh, I understand,” she said
to him, giving him a wink.
“There’s nothing to understand,”
he muttered under his breath, while Ginny laughed.
“Oh, isn’t there?” she whispered.
Ron shot her a look.
“Well, dis might do,” said the
witch, rummaging through a stack of little boxes. “Tell me young man,
does dee girl you are buying for often wear jewelry?”
“I, umm, I-I … umm-” He glanced at
“No, she wears a pair small silver
earrings, and sometimes a watch, but nothing else.”
“I see … so, she is not dee flashy
sort. Good, I have dee perfect ting …” she said, pushing aside many boxes. Ron
leaned forwards to see what she was looking for. “AHA!” she said, “Found
“What is it?” Ron asked curiously.
She opened the small, scarlet box, and pulled out a thin silver chain. There
were four little silver charms on it.
“Wow, that is so pretty! And so
Hermione,” Ginny said in an unusually girly voice. Ron gave her a look, and she
regained her regular, cool composure.
“Erm …right,” Ron said, still
giving her an odd look. He hadn’t seen Ginny so worked up over something like
jewelry since she was thirteen.
“Yes, it is very pretty indeed. I
found it on a trip to dee Christmas Islands in 1934. Each charm also has a
story behind it. Dis one-“ she said, indicating a silver charm in the
shape of a leaf, “-is for personal growth. It is said to help dee person who is
wearing it identify their inner-self, and dis one-“ she said, showing
off the charm shaped like a teardrop, “-Is meant to help dee owner though times
when dere are many thoughts on dee mind, and not enough time to organize dem.
And Deese two-“ she said holding up the last to charms, one was shaped
like music note, the other was shaped like a heart, with a diminutive blue
stone in the center, “Are meant to bring harmony and love. Dee blue stone in dee
center can only be found on the islands. When put with dee heart, it means
“Wow,” Ginny said, sounding
“Yeah,” Ron said, but he
didn’t sound as impressed. He sounded worried. “How much does it cost, though?”
He said, going slightly pink around the ears.
The lady surveyed him for a
second, as if deciding if he was worthy. She smiled slightly, and handed him
the box. “Two sickles.”
“WHAT! This must be worth more
than that,” he said, completely surprised.
“W-ell … if you want to pay more
“No, no. Heh heh … thank you so
much,” he said digging into his pocket, and fishing out two silver
“Tank-you,” she said, and
as he and Ginny were about to leave the store, she added, “Dis young lady is
very lucky to have such a caring friend.” And with that she vanished into the
back of the store.
“Well, that was weird.” Ron said
as they left the store.
“Yeah, but I was right, wasn’t I?”
“I knew where to find the perfect
gift!” she said smugly. “Now, isn’t that better than sweets?”
“Well … I would have prefere-” he
was cut off by Ginny punching him in the arm. “I’m just kidding. Thanks.”
He would never admit it to her, of course, but she was pretty cool to have for