She was feeling better, much better recently. It was hardly surprising, since a good two weeks had passes since she’d disposed of Tom’s cursed diary by chucking it down the toilet in that abandoned bathroom. Even Percy, who’d been so busy trying to keep his relationship with Penelope Clearwater secret that he seemed to have time to notice precious little else recently, had commented that she was no longer looking as peaky as she had been all year.
And for good reason. The Chamber of Secrets threat was over; she hadn’t been discovered, she wasn’t going to be expelled. Tom was somewhere down the Hogwarts’ drains where no-one would find him and he couldn’t tell anyone else what she’d done while under his control. He was gone, and Ginny couldn’t say she was sorry to have seen the last of him.
Currently, she was sitting in an armchair in the Gryffindor common room. Though she still had on her uniform’s shirt and tie, it was hot enough by the fire that the redhead had stripped of her robe and sweatshirt, both of which now lay in a pile at her feet. She was only half focused on the transfiguration essay in front of her; the rest of Ginny’s thought were lingering on Harry Potter. Valentine’s Day was coming up soon; she wanted to find a way to send the Boy Who Lived an anonymous card that he wouldn’t forget in a hurry, and she was bouncing ideas about in her head when she heard the portrait hole open behind her. Sitting up a little straighter, Ginny turned to see who was about to enter the common room.
The weather outside the castle walls was not yet warm enough for her to go around without her robes on - a scarf laid around her neck, herself bundled up quite warmly. Before her walk, she had been at the library where she’d been held up most of the day, mostly doing light reading here and there – trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle that was the chamber of secrets.
It was clear that Draco Malfoy was not the heir and now they were in the process of trying to find a new lead. She sighed inwardly ; she wished that T.M Riddle was still alive. She would be able to get answers directly from the source since he was likely the only person to know of the happenings.
When she entered the common room, she pulled her scarf off, feeling rather heated. When she spotted the familiar ginger haired female, she gave a smile; she was Ron’s younger sister. “I see you’re keeping warm.” It was then that the girl noticed the paper in front of the other. “Are you doing homework?”