Re: Ginny and Harry
"I hate to break it to you," Ginny said, smiling over the rim of her tea cup, "but life's never going to be anything but really fucking weird for people like you and me. Comes with the territory of being, um, you know - alive."
She leaned back in the creaking chair that had eight mates, all of them as beaten down and rickety as the one she was sitting on. They'd been in the kitchen for as long as she could remembered, and all looked the same. Yet it was just this one that was hers. Always would be.
"Worky weirdness is definitely to prefer over your usual kind of crazy," she remarked. "As odd as it is having working as an Auror as a low risk thing compared to - you know, all that stuff."
She'd been so angry with him for pretending to be dead. For walking off, not being sure if he'd ever return without giving her even the slightest bit of warning. She'd been so tired and broken and when it came down to it she hadn't been able to yell at him, or hex him, or do any of the things that she always reverted to when her emotions got to run free. She wasn't sure if he knew. She might've yelled at him, one time or another, during the time that she spoke about as Afterwards, but fuck if she could remember it.
"Gabi is a lot more innocent than she seems," she said in a low voice. "Keep that in mind, yeah?"
Not that she thought he'd - whatever it was that had earned him that punch. It was just hard to remember, when you looked into those very blue eyes. It was odd, the protective urge Ginny felt for the younger girl. She'd always been the baby. Even when she'd refused to admit it. And now... she wasn't. She really rather liked that.