Ginny Weasley has had enough of your shit (![]() ![]() @ 2013-06-01 21:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | ginny weasley, penelope c. abbott |
WHO: Ginny Weasley and Penny Abbot
WHAT: Figuring out what the hell is going on
WHERE: Ministry of Magic
WHEN: June 2nd, 1941, 12am
WHY: Because Ginny has no idea what the hell is going on
RATING: Lowish, I'd expect? Ginny's got a mouth on her, so there be swear words ahead
STATUS: Incomplete
Sitting in the Ministry waiting for the execution of the convicted Death Eaters, Ginny Weasley was still a mixed bag of emotions. She thought that being there would help her come to terms with the Ministry's decision, but she was more torn than ever. She did believe they deserved to pay for their crimes. They had taken innocent lives. They were guilty of terrible things. But she still wasn't sure that taking more lives was the way to handle this. She had seen enough death for one lifetime.
The moments before it would all be over, Ginny had started to feel nauseous. She wanted to look away but her body had gone rigid. She was vaguely aware of someone grabbing her hand and giving it a small squeeze right before...
There was screaming. Lots of screaming. And her head was killing her. She was still nauseous and now incredibly disoriented. Opening her eyes took some effort and the brightness made her head throb again. What in the bloody hell had just happened? Her ears were ringing a bit and she had only just realized that she was on the ground instead of in her seat. Confused and still trying to remember what had happened, she tried to push herself from the floor. A sharp pain screamed through her arm and she looked down to see her wrist was badly broken.
Her head was swimming with questions and cloudyness. She vaguely remembered a blast. Had that been only moments ago? It felt like it could've been hours. She looked around, trying to see if anyone in her family or Harry or Hermione or anyone could help her to piece together. But when she did so, she realized she wasn't in the same room where the execution was taking place. She was still in the Ministry, but somewhere else. And it all seemed...off. Something wasn't right. There was to much panic surrounding her to figure out exactly what it was.
She used her good hand to get up, nursing the broken one as she tried to spot any sort of Weasley-Red hair. Her leg was sore and her head was killing her. She pressed a gentle hand to it and found blood. Reaching for her wand, she belatedly remembered handing it over to the guard before entering the execution room. Bloody great.
It wasn't until she realized that none of the faces around her looked familiar that she began to panic slightly. Sure, she didn't know the entire Ministry staff, but she did know some of them and yet she couldn't find a single person she recognized.
What in the hell was going on?
"RON! HARRY!" She called out, searching for anyone in Aurors' robes who could tell her where her brother or Harry or anyone was. Or what that blast had been. Or what the hell happened.