RP: Contemplations de Ginevra
When: 25 March, 2004 Who: Ginny Weasley Where: Ginny's Bedroom, in her shared flat. Private/Public: Private Rating: PG Summary: Just her trying to mentally deal with everything going on.
Ginny opened her wardrobe and stared at the different business robes. She was definitely looking at them, but she was definitely not seeing them all the same.
She had only a few more months until she was to become a full Auror, but the shock of her promotion yesterday had become a symbol for Ginny. A symbol of how quickly things were going. Too quickly. She had a habit of pushing things into the corners of her mind until she could actually deal with them. However, the things had been piling up.
The Resistance. Gabrielle. The Dionysia Center. Percy's injuries. All the new decrees. The pardon of Lestrange. The fact that her life was not as peaceful or even as fun as she would have imagined it to be at this point. Yes, they were all there in a pile. Not a nice, organized Hermione Granger pile, but something messier. Something more Ginny.
She looked down at the reddish-pink scars covering her breasts and upper abdomen. Ginny wasn't a fussy woman or an incredibly vain one, but she was a woman and she liked the beauty that came with that. Looking at her marred skin made her feel somehow embarrassed, or perhaps self-concious was a better word. Acknowledging that brought guilt, especially if she thought of Bill. Unlike Bill's scars, these were disappearing a tiny bit more each day.
She tried to push the curiosity of trying to figure out what the spell the Death Eater had hit her with was. It was likely dark, and should be pushed back into the corners of her mind along with any memories of Tom Riddle, Death Eaters, fears of losing her family.
Yes, those would all be better left alone. New thought, new thought, she said to herself. Family.
Percy would be fine. And Gabrielle was back. Perhaps she should go visit her. Of course, Ginny didn't know why she really thought that except she was back, and it seemed like the right thing to do. She wasn't even sure how to go about that. Harry flickered in and out of her mind very briefly. Gabrielle had liked him before her disappearance.
Eventually she needed to get laid. She winced that the thought even floated into her head.
New thought. New thought...
More importantly, their Resistance group had yet to meet up. But what exactly would they be resisting? With Lestrange pardoned... the other Death Eaters? Were they no longer under his command. It was dizzying.
She mulled over the constant flux of thoughts, but felt she was getting nowhere. She pulled a set of deep blue robes off the hanger rather violently.
"Blast," she said about nothing in particular.
She quickly put on the robes, resolving that there had to be more. More of what, she wasn't sure. Perhaps more work towards a peaceful outcome. She had to damn herself for being so idealistic. Perhaps more of just living life in general. Either way, she knew she'd have to have it for her sanity's sake.
She was determined. Still, no less confused, but at least work was a glorious distraction.