Ginny Weasley (defiantlioness) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-05-17 15:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ginny weasley, nearly headless nick |
WHO: Ginny Weasley and whoever is in the corridor
WHAT: The inevitable breaking point of our heroine.
WHERE: The aforementioned corridor
WHEN: FORWARD DATED to tomorrow afternoon between classes
WHY: Because Luna dying was just a little bit more than Ginny could handle at the moment.
RATING: PG-13 for some violent coping mechanisms.
STATUS: Complete unless someone wants to jump in? IDK DO WHATEVER YOU WANT
The news of what had happened to Luna had spread like wildfire through the servants' quarters. It wasn't unusual for servants to be killed during classroom demonstrations, but it never made it easier to bear. Besides which, one would be hard pressed to find a person with something bad to say about Luna Lovegood. She'd been friendly and sweet, if a bit dreamy and though few were very close to her, she was exceedingly nice to everyone she encountered. Whether they deserved her brand of judgement free innocence or not.
Ginny had not been willing to believe the news at first. It came as harshly and unwelcomed as an unexpected kick to the gut. She had cried for the first time in over a year. Really cried. She cried for the loss of her friend. She cried for the pain that she'd suffered until the end. She cried for the cruelty of the murderer and she cried for the life that Luna never got to have. But when tears refused to come and her face was inflamed and splotchy, eyes squinted almost shut from the racking sobs, her grief hardened into something much darker. Tears of sorrow gave way to an icy calm that settled over her. A coldness that she'd not experienced before. She felt numb. Catatonic. Eyes glassed over as she moved through the corridors, not focused on anything. Her jaw clenched and her hands balled into fists hung stiffly at her side. She couldn't hear a lot of what was going on around her. Muffled. Distant. But in a flash of a moment, the sound of a crude cackle cut through the white noise, making her skin crawl and her feet stopped dead in their tracks.
She wouldn't have been able to tell you exactly what was said. Only that the cruelty behind it was what set her off. The mockery of the poor, defenseless blonde who had been ripped from this world in a moment of unapologetic pain and suffering that was neither earned or deserved.
In a moment there was a spark behind her bright brown eyes. Wild fiery waves surrounding her now red face personified the intensity of the anger which was bubbling beneath the surface. That the monster responsible for this murder was not only free to carry on, but exalted for the deed he'd performed, only fueled the fire in her belly. She'd stayed quiet and she'd stayed (mostly) calm for entirely too long and it had resulted in the death of one of her dear friends. They didn't have much down in the dungeons, but they had each other and letting them pick off the people she cared about most, one by one, was not something that the Weasley girl could handle with a clear head. She was a girl possessed, letting out a primal scream as she turned on the student who had cackled. A fury of fists and feet, punching, kicking, scratching, doing anything she could to cause a fraction of the pain that Luna and the rest of the servants had suffered.
Something hit her in the chest, a spell and she flew backwards, but the numbness was still there enough that she was able to stand back up. Body fueled only by adrenaline and rage. Her vision blurred and she was hit in the chest with another spell, this one kept her down, body rigid, unable to move. Body bind. She was sure there was screaming and yelling going on around her, but she couldn't hear it. Her eyes were fixed in a steady glare, rage and defiance lining her pale face.