Post by Ginny Weasley on Apr 13, 2008 8:03:39 GMT 8
(sorry its so short. im really off today.)
I guess when they say things are mental in the wizarding world, they mean it. That's why a girl had nowhere to go hide. Dark red hair fell shoulder length, her hair was lose and in her face, bangs falling down. She wore muggle jeans, with rips in the knees. Her black tank top was covered by a blue zip up hoodie.. She sighed. Her dark blue eyes focused on the entrance to the chamber of secrets. She shuddered. Ginny Weasley stood leaning against the bathroom stall. Scary. She remembered not even five 1/2 years ago, that she had been lured, and nearly killed. Ginny sighed. She wished things were less complicated. But unfortunately, as her mother had said, things only get worse as you get older. She groaned, leaning against the stall wall. She wanted to be alone, this was pretty good. Just the rambling brunette floating in and out didn't help.
Ginny shrugged off the feeling that she might be watched. She knew that the reason she and harry hadn't worked was because of Voldemort, and she understood. But it still hurt now and then when she'd see him in the halls or at home for some obsolete reason. Ginny ran a hand threw her straight red hair. She sighed, and moved around shaking her head. She was cold and the fact that it was cold, in the stupid bathroom wasn't good. She watched Myrtil float around mumbling to herself. She wanted to talk to Hermione, or even be with harry at that point, but for her that was practically impossible. And Ron, was just being Ron. She knew that the "D.A" or the "Order of Merlin," was the best thing for those in her school. But the fact was, Ginny could feel it in everything she had the war was getting worse. And Voldemort, stronger.
Ginny remembered every year she had some involvingness with Harry, Ron and Hermione. This year, her best friends were going to be gone fighting the war. And her mother wouldn't let her go, and she knew it. Ginny walked to the sinks(or the enterance), and placed her hands under the sink, and turned on the water. It was cold, and it felt good. it was the first thing bringing her back to reality. She sighed, and leaned back a little. Her eyes filled with worry. She was scared to death of this war, of who she might lose, and so much more. But how could she explain it, if no one would listen. She turned around, hearing someone coming in. What the bloody hell. Ginny thought softly.
