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When; 31 July, late afternoon.
Rating; PG-13 for... idk swearing and thoughts of ~war.
Characters; Ginny Weasley [![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hexuality] and whoever wanders in!
Summary; It's Harry Potter's birthday and his ex-girlfriend feels like visiting the Hall of the Missing to say hello.
Log;
[She's got too much time to think and that's what Ginny Weasley dislikes about being on holiday for a month. Not that she minds taking the time off, Merlin knows she needs it despite all her refusal to admit it, but she's felt rattled for weeks and she doesn't know how to settle, especially since her talk with Bucky. Flying has always been her solace but today, it isn't the sky she needs to feel closer to; today is for being a little more earthbound, a little more nostalgic.
Today is Harry's birthday. She can't think of how old he'd be because the City's mucked up her sense of time—had he stayed, he'd be... nineteen? Were they at home, he'd be eighteen and she'd be seventeen a few weeks later. The war would be over, they'd be at The Burrow, they'd be trying to fall back into some sense of normalcy with an empty seat at the table. Would they be together? Would she want to try so soon after?
The Hall of the Missing is right by her building so she walks there, not stopping until her footsteps echo and she's blinking the summer sun from her eyes in the sudden cool darkness. She finds the section of wall that holds the portraits from her world without difficulty; she's been there to look up at them so often that it's muscle memory by now, and her eyes seek out Harry's green ones. Next to him are everyone else she's said goodbye to over the years... Neville, there he is, his birthday was yesterday.
Ginny settles on the floor, knees drawn to her chest and arms looped around them. Next to her is little box of cupcakes she thought to bring along. Because why not? She hides a smile as she bites into one, licking the frosting from her lips.
Happy Birthday to her two favourite boys.]
Rating; PG-13 for... idk swearing and thoughts of ~war.
Characters; Ginny Weasley [
hexuality] and whoever wanders in!Summary; It's Harry Potter's birthday and his ex-girlfriend feels like visiting the Hall of the Missing to say hello.
Log;
[She's got too much time to think and that's what Ginny Weasley dislikes about being on holiday for a month. Not that she minds taking the time off, Merlin knows she needs it despite all her refusal to admit it, but she's felt rattled for weeks and she doesn't know how to settle, especially since her talk with Bucky. Flying has always been her solace but today, it isn't the sky she needs to feel closer to; today is for being a little more earthbound, a little more nostalgic.
Today is Harry's birthday. She can't think of how old he'd be because the City's mucked up her sense of time—had he stayed, he'd be... nineteen? Were they at home, he'd be eighteen and she'd be seventeen a few weeks later. The war would be over, they'd be at The Burrow, they'd be trying to fall back into some sense of normalcy with an empty seat at the table. Would they be together? Would she want to try so soon after?
The Hall of the Missing is right by her building so she walks there, not stopping until her footsteps echo and she's blinking the summer sun from her eyes in the sudden cool darkness. She finds the section of wall that holds the portraits from her world without difficulty; she's been there to look up at them so often that it's muscle memory by now, and her eyes seek out Harry's green ones. Next to him are everyone else she's said goodbye to over the years... Neville, there he is, his birthday was yesterday.
Ginny settles on the floor, knees drawn to her chest and arms looped around them. Next to her is little box of cupcakes she thought to bring along. Because why not? She hides a smile as she bites into one, licking the frosting from her lips.
Happy Birthday to her two favourite boys.]
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There's a sport in my world that I'm quite good at and I'd like to play professionally. [She blushes but she's pleased, unabashed.] Maybe not nearly as impressive as being a scientist, but my brothers all went into jobs that were about their passions, so why can't I?
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[ she played both tennis and velocity in school, and regularly engages in both on the holodeck as part of her staying in shape in spite of being ship-bound routine. not all science geeks are opposed to sports. ]
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[She pushes both hands through her hair, flicking it over her shoulders with a broad grin still.]
I mean, I reckon he knows it's my favourite thing in the world. But he'll always fuss about me falling fifty feet or getting banged up. He's my brother. But my other brothers don't play it safe, either, so it was only a matter of time with me.