Ginny Porter
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Ginny pouted as she lugged two big paint pots all the way down to second floor and probably now had bruises on the legs from where it wouldn't stop hitting off against. They were neon orange in colour, heavens knows why they were but they were and the looks people gave her sent shivers down her back. She had gotten used to not being the weirdo in the school anymore and when people gave her the looks she had hated, just, well, she didn't like it.
Ginny placed the pots down on the stone cold floor more than voluntarily. She sighed, stretching her fingers to stop them getting cramp. She looked about, her hands now on her hips as she scanned the crowds for on face only. She had been promised to get some help getting all this down but thanks to her so called friend, he hadn't appeared for more than two minutes before heading somewhere to get his paintbrushes. She was at a loss in succeeding in seeking him out.
Ginny tutted and shook her head before almost collapsing on the pots. Her knees met together as one arm rested against it and the other under her chin. She would sit here and wait until someone actually bothered to take time out their 'busy schedule' they all claimed to have.
Ginny placed the pots down on the stone cold floor more than voluntarily. She sighed, stretching her fingers to stop them getting cramp. She looked about, her hands now on her hips as she scanned the crowds for on face only. She had been promised to get some help getting all this down but thanks to her so called friend, he hadn't appeared for more than two minutes before heading somewhere to get his paintbrushes. She was at a loss in succeeding in seeking him out.
Ginny tutted and shook her head before almost collapsing on the pots. Her knees met together as one arm rested against it and the other under her chin. She would sit here and wait until someone actually bothered to take time out their 'busy schedule' they all claimed to have.