Ginny thought maybe she would go up the owlery, then remembered how foul it always smelled. She then considered the idea of the kitchens, the elves were always so sweet and sympathic but she didn't know if she really felt like being coddled at the moment.
She was so distracted that she didn't hear anyone approaching her. It was probably a testiment to how much she didn't care at the moment. When she heard a voice, she jumped about three feet into the air and nearly screamed. Turning, she found the last thing she wanted to see, a Syltherin prefect, Pansy bloody Parkinson, looking at her with an evil glint in her dark eyes and a mean smile on her face. Ginny's hand had twitched towards her wand instictivily.
"Merlin's pants, you scared the shit out of me," she frowned, knowing she was about to loose points for her house. The Slytherin was haugty and attractive, even in her uniform. Ginny waited to see what her punishment was to be. She didn't move her hand from her wand.