#7244 by Ginny Weasley
Ginny's time at Hogwarts so far could only be summed up using one word - eventful. Though since her first year, and since Sirius Black turned out not to be as dangerous as everyone originally thought, things had started looking up. This year had been pretty great. From the Yule Ball, where she had a brilliant time, to having all the foreign students around, including Viktor Krum, whose flying she admired immensely, watching Harry Potter perform in the Triwizard Tournament was only a little part of it.
Though as they were all anticipating the third and final task, there was a small lull in excitement, and Ginny found herself being forced to redirect her attention back to schoolwork. After all, McGonagall was her head of house, and she wouldn't tolerate slacking.
So obviously, Ginny was procrastinating down by the lake. Her Potions book was also there, but it was lying down closed on the grass, while Ginny sat cross legged, facing the lake, allowing herself to get lost in daydreams while she munched on a sandwich that she'd snuck out of the Great Hall at dinnertime.