[It's when she starts pulling them out of the box and looking under their stands that she sees the necklace nestled among the tissue paper packaging. She pauses, then carefully sets down the plane in her hands and lifts it out of the box by its chain, pendant swinging—and she catches it in her fingers and, when she realises what it is, her expression softens and her smile grows quieter.]
A paper airplane. [Ginny sets the box aside on the table and stands to give Bones another hug, more lingering, necklace clasped in her hand still.] I love it.
[It might be one of her best memories in the City, flying paper airplanes off the roof of the hospital with him. Soft, sincere: ]
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A paper airplane. [Ginny sets the box aside on the table and stands to give Bones another hug, more lingering, necklace clasped in her hand still.] I love it.
[It might be one of her best memories in the City, flying paper airplanes off the roof of the hospital with him. Soft, sincere: ]
Thank you.