It had been an all too ordinary day when a a scream had drawn Ginny from the drawing room, where she had been engrossed—practically nose-deep!—in a ghost story her brother had sent her, to Miss Kincaide's room, where she found the redhead standing on her bed, as white as the ghost terrorising the protaganist in her book... To escape a swarm of spiders which were spilling from the wardrobe.

Ginny was not particularly squeamish—she had spent far too much time outdoors to be spooked by the odd spider—but the sheer volume of them turned even her stomach and she fought the urge to join Miss Kincaide on the mattress. "Where did they come from?" she gaped, drawing her wand as an afterthought and attempting a freezing charm to cease the swarm's progress.

The freezing charm worked. Sort of. It stopped the progress of some of the little beasts but others kept coming, spilling around their still compatriots and in all directions heading, to Ginny's horror, for the door. And for her.

The last thing she wanted was to hurt them—her father's profession had instilled a certain responsibility in her to protect all life, even spiders—but there were simply so many of them and Ginny could see little other option but to do something to stop them further invading the school. Although it might be worth it just to see Brynn Malfoy's snivelling face when they ran at her.

"Arania Exumani!" she tried, aiming at the largest concentration of the creatures with her wand.

Merlin, Ginny hoped so. The spell had appeared to work but she didn't think she could face off with an entire army of the creatures! "I'm quite sure that was the entire global populace of arachnids!" she replied, stepping tentatively closer to where they had originated from. "Do you think it was a prank?" She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to prank Miss Kincaide; Ginny had always thought her so sweet.