( currently under polishing, multiple chapters in the works )
|| 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 • ginny weasley ||
|| Ginny Weasley x fem!oc ||
|| Summery;||
IN WHICH GINNY WEASLEY DANCES WITH AMORA NOTT AND CANT GET THE NOTT FAMILY HEIR OUT OF HER HEAD.
|| achievem...
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Lypophrenia; a vague feeling of sadness or sorrow without any apparent cause or source.
【 ϟ 】 Amora December 11th 1997 The same dull moonlight seeped in squares though her window as it does every night. The window a crack open set all the burning candles in a room a slow wave. Amora sat at her vanity chair, staring herself in the mirror. She often felt as though she did not recognize the girl staring back at her. Sometimes she'd look in the mirror and suddenly realize how human she was, she had a body she controlled, she could move her hand without effort. Strange as the feeling was, it was comforting, nostalgic almost. Though the feeling always made her feel a bit melancholy, lypophrenia if you will.
She adjusted her headband, turning to the rose gold tree that sat on her vanity. The tree was a gift from Astoria, who was, like a sister to her. The only pureblood with a family like hers who happened to be on the right side of history.
The tree was for holding jewelry, and among all the necklaces and such that it held, was a particular necklace. A necklace in which Draco had gifted to her in their fourth year at hogwarts. The necklace was expensive, you couldn't get non expensive gifts as a Malfoy. The silvery chain held a tiny heart. The necklace was charmed to never break, so over the years it still stuck perfectly on that tiny metal tree. Truth be told, she never thought she'd wear it again.
She held the icy necklace, taking it carefully off the tree. Undoing the clasp than fastening it again, letting it hang loosely on her baby blue sweater. She often found that lighter colors made people think you were listening more, kinder. Darker colors were things the usually wore when she wanted to instill fear or intelligence. Her sweater was itchy, a particular seam on her collarbone made her want to claw her eyes out. Her skirt was a bit to tight, though she knew it would have to do for what she had planned tonight.
Amora didn't want to do what she was about to, although she knew she had to. She would quite literally move mountains to keep Ginny alive. Though she did find it strange, the feeling of affection. She never thought she'd felt it before, though she was only ever trying to see it in men. But even breaking all her own rules for Ginny, she couldn't help but feel like it was all worth it. So she meant it when she thought, she didn't quite enjoy the thought of death for herself but she's rather die than watch Ginny meet her end at the hands of her mother.
With that imagine in her head she stood up, straightening her skirt and blowing out her candles, watching as the smoke drifted up like transparent ribbons.
She grabbed her wand from her bed, putting it in the wand sized loop on her skirt.
She shut her dorm door quietly, being sure she wouldn't make a sound, she tiptoed down the staircase. Amora stepped freely on the wood, she made sure to wear shoes that she knew wouldn't make a sound on the dark oak wood.
