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( October 1995 )
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MULTIPLE DAYS HAD PASSED AFTER GINGER HAD FALLEN UNCONSCIOUS IN THE ARMS OF ALEXANDER. She had immediately been taken to the hospital wing of the castle to be tended to, carried by none other than George Weasley.
It was now the chilled month of October and she was due to be let out of the wing that day of October twelfth. Her golden eyes blinked open from the temporary bed she had been sleeping in as she surveyed her surroundings. And then a messy head of red hair caught her eye. Curled up on a chair with a thin blanket wrapped around him poorly lied George Weasley. The boy refused to go a day without visiting her to have small chats so she wouldn't get lonely while everyone was in their classes so he must've fallen asleep there the night before.
"You truly are something else," she mumbled with an unknowing look of adoration and admiration crossing her freckled features. He stirred awake yawning reminding her of a sleeping kitten or hedgehog. His eyes went to her immediately to see her smiling at his messy appearance and his cheeks quickly heated up like they usually did at her eye contact.
"Morning, Moon," he croaked with his low and tired voice slightly echoing in the empty wing. "Ready to return to class again?" he stretched.
She threw her head back into the pale pillows beneath her head, "do you think if I throw myself down the stairs I could stay longer?"
George let out a deep chuckle that could've been mistaken for a scoff, "perhaps, but then you would miss your quality Forge time."
She laughed at the name and considered it. Ginger sighed sitting up, "I suppose you're right."
George clapped his hands victorious, "of course I am."
"ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE UP FOR GOING INTO HER CLASS AGAIN?" Fred asked walking beside Ginger.
She nodded fidgeting with the bandage wrapped around her left arm, "I've missed enough of my classes, I can't afford missing any more if I plan on graduating with scores higher than I ever have." He shared a wary look over her head with his carbon copy but nodded understanding her words.
"If she does anything, we'll drown her in the Black Lake," George said lightheartedly but also knowing there might be some honesty behind it.
"I think I may be rubbing off on you two."
Turning the corner with the twins in stances seemingly as if they were protecting Ginger, they entered their Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Eyes went to her immediately but they quickly turned away once they sat down and Umbridge entered.
"Ah, Miss Lunette, glad to see you back to average health ready to learn again." Umbridge smiled sweetly at Ginger who only nodded with a close-lipped smile. The twins glared daggers hoping to form a hole causing the woman to turn to them, "Is there something you two would like to say?" They sat up properly in their seats wishing to say something but not wanting their parents to be owled for causing a scene and so they shook their heads.
"Good." And with that, she began the lesson never ceasing to withdraw slight glares at the trio.
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NOTE. i honestly dont really like this chapter but i needed something to move time along with the plot in ootp to incorporate ginger already 🤷🏽♀️ and i was bored so 🚶🏽♀️
