( 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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Absquatulate (verb); to leave without saying goodbye
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Ginny March 20th 1998 Ginny laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. She had her hand up as she traced the lines on the ceiling in the air, the other layer gently on her breathing chest.
She lifted her head to stare at the muggle stove.
10:30 PM
25 minutes.
She sighed, when she heaved herself up she was weighed down with a headache. Amora wasn't coming back. She'd had an odd feeling, a feeling she couldn't shake about Amora. There was something off about the way she'd looked at her, her eyes dripping with silent goodbyes. She's felt it before.
It's strange, when people keep leaving. She knew they had good reasons, perfect reasons even in Harry's case. She could live alone, comfortably, but she just wished she could make them stay. She often thought of it like a candle deprived of magic, she watched all the people she loved most in the world melt away, messy pools in the shape of who they once were.
Maybe just because she could get through it alone, doesn't mean she deserved it.
Maybe she's a hypocrite.
Maybe she ran away too.
Or maybe she was seventeen, and got dragged out of a magical castle by her girlfriend so they could run away from her crazy mother.
Still, knowing what she would find, Ginny breezed outside. She called Amora's name once or twice. Low and behold, at the end of the wards, she saw an opening. Neatly carved out in the shape of a circle. Around the edges she noticed the blue where the magic ended. You couldn't see the colors unless you touched the wards. Or, unless it had been opened.
"Idiot."
She mumbled to herself as her fingers brushed the line carving the circle. It left her hands feeling like a dozen needles had pricked their way into her veins. She stormed back into the house, unfortunately she bestowed the misfortune of falling for a slytherin. And she knew exactly where to find her.
Down the hall on the last room to the left Ginny stopped at the bookshelf lining the east wall.
'The ancient history of horcrux's'
She wasn't afraid, honestly she couldn't give two flying garden gnomes about Voldemort. He was pathetic, vile. He needed other people to do his dirty work because he knows he's not as powerful as he claims.
