Ginny Weasley (littleginny) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-01-24 12:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ginny weasley, character: mandy brocklehurst, date: 1998 - 01, etc: open thread, location: hogwarts - grounds |
Who: Ginny Weasley, Mandy Brocklehurst
What: Ginny is displeased and showing it.
When: Monday afternoonish.
Where: Hogwarts grounds, by the lake.
Rating: Low
It had been a rubbish weekend. The last D.A. meeting had perked Ginny up a bit. They were at least making plans and getting things done, or starting to, and they were all able to get together to get it done. In times like these all of that was nothing to sneeze at.
And there were important things going on. People she loved were in danger, evil bastards were in charge of the Ministry, Hogwarts was overrun with fat heifers who were teaching the first years what was wrong with muggles. It was all important, and worth focusing on, and Ginny knew that in the grand scheme, Quidditch didn't mean a toss.
Except she was CAPTAIN now, and they'd gotten trounced by Slytherin, and they were going to gloat about it for ages now, and she couldn't help but feel like if things were the way they should be, someone else would be Captain, Harry would have been Seeking, and they would have won, and she wouldn't feel so daft for getting worked up about it, because in proper school years, Quidditch was what everyone obsessed about.
It was immature for her to think it wasn't fair. But it wasn't. And it was actually a bit easier to be put out over a Quidditch match gone wrong than it was to think about why it'd gone wrong and why she was, as a sixth year, the longest-standing, consistent member of the sodding team. Because everyone else graduated, or was off trying to save the world from evil blighters.
She'd done her stand after the game, saying it was a good match and they'd pull it out next game and not to let it get them down, but now it was two days later and she felt like seething about it where no one could call her on it. So she headed outside, bringing along some classwork she didn't actually mean to do yet, just for the appearance of it, and headed for the lake.
It was still cold enough out that most people didn't hang about the lake for that long, but Ginny liked the cold, anyway, so it didn't bother her. She hovered around the shoreline, looking around until she spied a couple of small stones and picking them up, trying to skip them across the water. The first skipped once and then dropped, and the second not at all, and Ginny pursed her lips and then gave into a childish little surge of temper, picking up a larger stone and hurling it into the water on purpose. "Oh fine, bugger EVERYTHING then!" There probably wasn't anyone around to hear her complaining, except the squid, and Ginny made a face at herself, resisting the urge to stamp her foot or kick at the water by telling herself that she WAS NOT six, and had too much dignity. Probably.