Re: Ginny and Bill
Bill smiled, glancing at his sister. "His flat? Is that what we call large houses these days," he teased, because it wasn't like Ginny to slip on such a thing, though he could certainly understand her doing so now.
He leaned his head on hers for a moment, moving away from the tables that were set up in the garden, to where people wouldn't hear them. "Trust me, I know how you feel," he said which was such an uncharacteristic thing for him to say. He was always the one saying that they had to live their own lives, find their way, even if it didn't fit with what they'd envisioned for them. This was different though, it wasn't about them choosing to work this place or that or take this or that subject. This was his little girl, dating a man twice her age, and going out and being attacked by werewolf because he suggested a meet in the park on the full moon. His little girl would go through hell every month, would face prejudice every where she went, and she never herself feel the joy of having a child of her own. All thanks to the bastard of a man she was currently dating. Not it wasn't at all the same.