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Tweak says, "I've never meant anything more"

lastof_redgirls (lastof_redgirls) wrote in secundum_rpg,
@ 2010-03-08 20:02:00

Who: Ginny and Open
What: Meditating by the lake
Where: the grounds by the lake
When: Well in the evening close to the sun set.

Ginny knew she was being slightly irresponsible, talking to Lupin and mentioning the moon, but she was actually excited for once. So yes this was some very serious situation, but still what could she do? They were not being interrogated, and she felt like a dangerous package of information that could change, well everything. But Ginny believed int he butterfly effect, she always had, and ever since the "accident" had occur she'd charmed an origami butterfly around her to revolt among her hair, it somehow made her remember that all the damage was already done.

Trying to clear her head from some rather perilous thoughts, she walked out into the grounds, Hogwarts grounds would always be the same, may there be a tomb below the Astronomy tower or not. Ginny was simply out for a stroll, she had nowhere to go, and this was true on many levels, even if she loved this time of the history, she had no place in it and it gave her the sense of a complete outcast, of whom people were actually sort of afraid off.

She sighed to herself as she reached the lake, part of her wondered if dying or killing in this "time" would have repercussions, heavy and misleading consequences, would she get away with murdering Bellatrix Black? Would that be justified? It was reasonable, but lately she felt like she had no reason to reason with herself. Ginny sat by the edge of the lake and curled down to touch the water with the tip of her fingers, purifying water, clean and filled with something called: new. She registered some steps in the distance but only when they got close she paid attention.

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doggish
2010-03-11 12:15 am UTC (link)

"Ah." Sirius replied, not at all verbose at first before he continued. "Well, I imagine Muggles'll have flying cars and I become rather famous for one of my many assorted talents because I have quite a few." he teased, standing up a bit straighter with his last statement. "Better brooms, no war - less mad purists running amuck, infecting the general population with their insanity and close-minded ideals." he bit the last bit out as it got away from him before he shut up. His family was a sore spot for him. A very sore spot. What happened the previous summer had been sitting on his chest all year. He really needed to tell someone - Remus, he needed to tell Remus. It wasn't something you brought up over a game of wizard's chess though.

"Movie? Those are their moving pictures, but with sound - right?" Evans was the muggle authority that Sirius went to with his questions but he was pretty sure he was right. At first he had thought they were simply like their pictures. Imagine his surprise when he found out he was wrong. "Merlin, what a depressing name. I hope the 80's are better at least!" he replied with a crooked smile, scuffing his feet on the ground as they reached the pitch. Ducking inside to make his way onto the actual field, he looked back to make sure she was following before he continued.

"You weren't free back home?" Sirius asked, once they were out in the open again. He raked a hand through his hair, turning his face towards a particularly strong wind before his eyes darted back over to her. "Ah. They didn't come back with you then? I imagine you could make some new ones around here, yeah? Until the lot of you go back to your own time and leave this mad field trip of yours behind."