Not a Morning Person [open]

[ginny]

Ginny hated being woken up so early, but she had to get up early or she might not wake up in time to get to practice. Though it was still a few hours until she had to leave, she wanted to eat breakfast, get warmed up and perhaps talk with her family or friends who were visiting. It was quite nice nowadays. She was in a relationship which seemed would last forever (and she hoped it would too), she had a family who loved her, and the threat of death was only of natural death, and not really of Death Eaters or Voldemort. But grieving of the great sorrow inflicted upon her and her family and friends was still around. The loss of Percy and Charlie were great, and affected her very much, even if Percy had been a prat at times, he was still her brother.

Ginny rose from her bed, and looked around for a second admiring her work in arranging her room yesterday so it looked perfect to her now, then she threw on her clothes, a red and yellow T-shirt with a pair of deep blue jeans. It was one of her more favorite outfits anyways. After she debated on it, she placed a very nice necklace with an insignia of a lion around her neck, and then started down the stairs. Her hair was still a frazzled mess, and she didn't really care at the moment. Any time she was woken up before 10 AM she didn't really worry about her appearance too much until she had breakfast which jump started her brain.

Ginny walked sluggishly down the steps of the Burrow and walked into the kitchen. She slowly took out her wand and flicked it so a couple of eggs and bacon cooked theirselves. Once they were done Ginny sat down at the table and began eating her breakfast. No one was up yet, nor were they down here eating with her, which was odd seeing as her family usually was up by this time. Deciding it wasn't anything, she continued eating. After she ate she pulled out her wand and straightened her hair, and made herself seconds, since there wasn't too much anyways. Ginny began savoring each bite of her breakfast and as she did she waited for someone to come, or knock on the door, it was weird being alone too often... plus it was boring.

[nevillle]

Neville had just been assigned his desk at the Ministry, as an Auror, in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, even though his official credentials had not been issued yet. It was true that he had passed everything that was required, he had still been nervous about the practicums where he had to display the skills that he would have to use in the field. He knew that he had been one of the slower ones at Hogwarts in picking up spells. He imagined that others, students and teachers alike, had thought that that had meant that his brain was slower than most. In fact,, the reverse had been true ... his mind had always been like a sponge. That was one reason that he had always liked Harry Potter, as well as Ginny Weasley. They had looked past what seemed to be flaws and saw that Neville had possibilities, and wasn't just someone to poke fun at.

A few of them at least, mostly in his own House of Gryffindor, had seen his potential as a Wizard and a person, and Neville would always look up to Harry for that. He knew that Harry had always looked out for him, and he wondered if he hadn't suggested Neville's name to He had arranged his schedule, on this day anyway,so that he would not have to report to work until the middle of the day. He would have to work at his desk well into the night, but it would free him up to see if anyone was around the Burrow during the early morning. He was especially anxious to see Ginny, who he had not seen or talked to in some time.

With a pop Neville apparated just outside the Burrow. He worried about making an appearance unannounced like this, but he had thought that this might be his only opportunity to come out and see her. So he felt he had to take the chance. they had both been quite busy, with their own sets of priorities, and he hoped it did not mean that they were growing apart. As he walked up to the front entrance he could swear that he smelled the inviting aroma of delicious breakfast. He hoped that when he knocked he would not be disturbing whoever it was who was eating their breakfast. Deciding that he had better knock before he lost his nerve Neville wrapped his knuckles on the entrance to the Burrow, wondering if he was going to be ignored, or at the worst, told to go away. So he fretted on the porch, wondering and worrying about the reception that he might be about to receive.