weasley (ginny) wrote in abaeterno_rpg, @ 2021-11-27 22:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | l: north pole, u: ginny potter, u: james potter |
THREAD: GINNY & JAMES.
WHO: Ginny and James Potter
WHEN: 26 "December" (backdated by a day, sorry!)
WHERE: Outside the Ginny/Elphaba/Sabrina house, and then a tour of the North Pole.
WHAT: Father-in-law, meet daughter-in-law.
WARNINGS: Discussion of possession, emotional abuse & the effects of it.
Ginny was too keyed up to wait inside for James Potter (?!) to knock on the door of 'her' new house, or to make further conversation with her new housemates. She stayed long enough to dump her suitcase in the spare room upstairs, tie JS's golden snitch balloon securely to her bedframe with a permanent sticking charm, and then ducked outside to go and sit on the steps and wait. It was about as cold as Hogwarts in winter, but still Ginny had paired the thick, comfortable Christmas jumper (which she'd chosen because it reminded her of her mum's Weasley jumpers) with a pair of green trousers she'd cut off mid-calf to turn into shorts. She needed the sting of the cold breeze on her bare legs to remind herself all of this was real. Given the circumstances, she'd also removed the charm that hid the spray of freckles across her face, and dropped the colour-changing charm on her eyes so they were back to their natural dark brown; while she hid her freckles out of dislike, she had no problem with her eyes and had only charmed them different as part of a game she'd been playing with Teddy. As she waited, Ginny pulled her wallet out of her back pocket and flipped through to the photos she had in there. She was still staring at the Wizardry photograph of Harry grinning madly as he cradled their newborn son when she heard footsteps through the snow. Ginny looked up, and her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of what was surely her dead father-in-law. Before she'd thought that people had overstated Harry's resemblance to his dad out of grief and fondness, but seeing him in person it was plain to see glimmers of her husband shining through. She tucked her wallet back away and stood up, her yew wand in easy reach through the empty belt loops of her trousers. Though Ginny's actions spoke of an abundance of caution, the smile she gave him was genuine. "Sorry about this. Experiencing impossible things are bread and butter when you went to Hogwarts with Harry, but this one's a bit much even for me." As Ginny spoke, she rubbed her thumb reflectively against the main stone in her engagement ring. "The security question's a dark one — Sirius and I mostly bonded over traumatic experiences and bad puns, and charming as it'd be I don't think anything that involves the phrase 'mistle toes' will rule much out." |