|Ginny M. Weasley (quafflequeen) wrote in uprisingrpg,|
@ 2011-07-03 15:10:00
|Entry tags:||ginny weasley, harry potter|
Who: Ginny & Harry
Where: The Harpies pitch, in Holyhead.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Status: In progress.
The idea had occurred to her that morning right before they'd gotten up. She'd had a dream about flying, which was how it had started really. But then, lying there in Harry's arms, she'd started to wonder when the last time he'd flown had been. He'd been 'back' for awhile now, but she wasn't sure if he'd gone flying or not... she knew he had his broom of course, but where would he have gone? It wasn't like Hogwarts, where you could go down to the pitch. Ginny wasn't sure what flying was like for Harry, but she had a feeling it was a lot like how she felt about it. She didn't think she could go without it for long, now, she remembered how she'd felt just in those few weeks hiding in France. This was something she needed to fix for him, something she could fix.
It had only taken a few owls after breakfast and one floo call before everything was arranged. Dashing into the bedroom, Ginny had pulled on her shoes and tossed on a more comfortable shirt and then bounced out into the living room with a grin. She'd grabbed her Quidditch gear on the way, and stood there now holding her broom and beaming at Harry. "Come on, get up! I have a surprise for you! You'll have to bring your broom. And don't ask what the surprise is, that defeats the purpose!"