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It never came naturally to Ginny to get up early. If it were up to her, the day should start at 10:30 AM at the earliest.
Getting up at eight to go to Quidditch practice was already enough of an effort. So when she found herself woken up at five in the morning by an owl scratching at her window, she began to curse out loud at whoever had sent the letter.
Between the time she became aware of the source of the noise and managed to get up to open it, she wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it had certainly been enough for a headache to begin to set in.
When she opened the window, the owl hopped in, stretching out its paw for Ginny to grab the envelope it held. The witch flew out her purse and deposited a couple of knuts in the pouch the owl was carrying in its other paw.
She tossed the letter onto her nightstand and flopped down on the bed. She was just drifting off to sleep when the owl's fine claws dug into her back. Ginny jumped up. "What are you doing, you piece of..." she blurted out before catching herself. The owl had flown over to the bedside table and was nodding at the package.
For a moment, Ginny's heart skipped a beat, fearing that the urgency was some bad news, but as soon as she read the envelope it came in, she saw that it was from her agent. She opened the letter under the owl's watchful eye and began to read.
"Dear Ginny, I know I'm not writing at the best time." Ginny let out a snort that was half a laugh and half an angry expression. "But this is an urgent matter. Erika has contracted dragon pox, so you are needed to play in the game this Sunday. I know there are only two days of practice left, but this is an exceptional opportunity. I need your response as soon as you receive the letter."
Ginny read the letter three times. "You are needed to play in the game this Sunday," it said. She was going to play...
She ran to the kitchen looking for something to write, she stopped in the middle of the kitchen and from there she ran to the bedroom again and then searched under her bed for her old trunk, in which she kept some school things. She opened it, throwing the contents on the floor and began to rummage. "Accio feather!" She shouted, still without a wand, she heard the whine of the owl, which flew to where she was and pecked her.
"Enough, enough, sorry." Ginny concentrated and cast the charm again. This time, a writing quill flew towards her, catching it in mid-air and using a bottle of nearly dried ink she had taken from her trunk.
"I accept the proposal, Ginny Weasley," she signed the letter.
She tied it back to the owl, which flew out the same window it had entered.
Ginny sat on the floor, surrounded by the items in her trunk. She had done it. She was officially going to play for the Holyhead Harpies.