well that was easy [GINNY!]

[perc]

Contrary to popular belief, Percy wasn't inhuman and did in fact enjoy the blissful oblivion of sleep once in a while. The comfort of bed, a nice warm quilt wrapped around the torso, head buried in a pillow, legs sticking out the bottom of the quilt so he didn't overheat... Every now and then he had to admit that it was the most perfect thing in the world. Or, it would be if he didn't have to get up. An alarm sounded from somewhere in his room, probably over by his desk, unless one of his siblings had decided it would be entertaining to move it again. The one advantage to magical alarms was that it wouldn't bother the rest of the house, but on the other hand... They were a bugger to shut up. That was the entire point of putting it on the other side of the room. If it was just next to him, he'd have turned it off and ignored it, gone back to sleep. Unfortunately, he'd set this day aside for chores and the remnants of his summer homework, and if he didn't get up now, well...

Shifting reluctantly out of bed, the fourteen year old yawned and shuffled across the room, only to find his alarm clock wasn't where he'd left it after all. Gits. Percy would have bet his new owl that it was Fred or George who had moved the damn thing, but it was far too early to actually go looking for it. Instead of settling back down into bed, the redhead slipped on some socks and stumbled out of his room, making sure to shut the door firmly. If he woke anyone else up, they'd probably murder him. What he considered a lay in and other humans considered one were completely different things. Percy ventured downstairs and set the kettle boiling, daydreaming momentarily about the day he could just use magic to get this all going, when he glanced outside. Wait, it shouldn't be that sunny yet, should it?

Percy went to the clock on the mantlepiece and, sure enough, it stated that it was ten in the morning, in that mocking way that only inanimate objects have mastered. Groaning a little, Percy edged towards the cupboards only to trip over a hairbrush of some description. He didn't fall over, merely stumbled a few steps, but he also stubbed his toe on one of the chairs and cursed as he hopped on one foot, trying to alleviate the pain. Grumbling, he tentatively put his foot back on the floor and picked up the offending item, dumping it on the table. “I swear, if that's Ginny's, I'm going to kill her...” He set about gathering some things for breakfast, wondering where his mother was and remembering her mention something about Dad trying to do something nice and take her out to breakfast. Well, Percy knew how to cook so he wasn't too bothered. Guilty conscience got the better of him and he put on a pan of water for some boiled eggs, before venturing into the hall and yelling up the stairs. “If any of you want food, you'd better get up now, otherwise you can make your own.” Satisfied that it was enough of a warning that breakfast was being prepared, Percy returned to the kitchen and started whistling to himself.

grumpy morning percy is grumpy...

[Ginevra Molly Weasley]

Being able to sleep in in the Weasley household often turned out to be a luxury, one that Ginny took full advantage of whenever the opportunity presented itself - and on the morning in question, she had been doing just that since she woke up at first light. Currently curled up beneath her blankets and sheets rather like a cat, she had positioned them in such a way to block out the morning light. Comfortable in the warm dark, she was reluctant to even consider getting up. Her brothers all had to be asleep still, and the house was actually peaceful. Quiet was a rarity around the Burrow, especially when Fred and George lived on the premises. They didn't know the meaning of the word, and didn't allow it to remain for long.

Straining her ears when she thought she heard something on the stairs, she was able to make out soft footsteps and could have groaned. One small comfort was that it was neither of the twins - they stomped down the stairs the minute they were awake. Even Ron made much more noise than that while stumbling around in the morning, so that left Percy. The current eldest brother living in the house was the one awake, so that meant that the lazy morning would quickly be coming to an end.

Forgoing having to listen to the irritating knock on her door, she reluctantly crawled out of bed and stepped into her waiting slippers. Running her fingers through her tangled mess of red hair, she grabbed her dressing robe from the foot of the bed and pulled it on. Glancing about to find where she'd last left her hairbrush, she headed out of the room upon not spotting it, figuring one of the twins must have taken it again - why, she never knew. By the time she had closed her bedroom door behind her, Percy shouting up the stairs confirmed her suspicions. There was a chance that the others would simply ignore the noise and continued sleeping, and she almost hoped that that was what happened.

Though reluctant to be in the same room as Percy, her stomach grumbling and reminding her of a need for food made Ginny walk into the kitchen. She spotted her brush on the table quickly enough, and upon retrieving it looked over it to be sure the bristles were still intact - among other things. It was still in good working order, but she still knew she hadn't left it in the kitchen. Someone had taken it, and she had a good guess about who that was. Deciding not to think about the possibilities or reasons for that yet, she sat down at the table and put her head down on folded arms, still not awake enough yet to venture a 'good morning' to her brother.

[Molly Weasley]

"Whatever were you thinking, Arthur?" Molly Weasley was saying as she crashed through the door into the kitchen laden with bags and a giant hat with green feathers protruding from it which dangled helplessly in front of her face, swaying back and forth with her movements. She grumbled to herself. "Well, I never...a muggle restaurant...hours waiting for food..." could be heard under her breath as she dumped the bags on the table and swiftly removed her wand to direct the contents to their proper places in the cupboards or onto the counter to begin chopping, mixing and frying for breakfast. She removed the hat next and allowed it to flop upon the table nearest to Ginny. "Ah, you're awake then. Wonderful. How did you sleep, Ginny dear?" Molly lifted Ginny's chin to look into her face. "Why is your hair such a mess? Loose your hairbrush again?"

With another flick of her wand, she directed the tomatoes, green and red peppers and onions into the frying pan then waved the fridge door open to get the eggs when she spotted Percy. "Oh, Percy, so glad to see you up. Your father brought home the meeting minutes from the Minister's meeting on student internships at the Ministry. Don't forget to thank him for it, too. You know how hard it was for him to get permission to bring home Ministry documentation for his underage son?" Molly looked her son up and down, taking special note of his grimace and disheveled appearance. "Dear me, did you just wake up?" It was highly unusual for Percy to not have gotten up at the time he desired and the night before he had spent several minute elaborating upon how he wanted to get up at the crack of dawn to finish his chores and his homework. She eyed him carefully before snapping at no one in particular.

"Where are your brothers?" Moving swiftly to the staircase bottom, she screamed up the spiral steps. "Fred! George! Ron! Kitchen - now!"