Who: Ginny Weasley and Godolfr What: Meeting, Quidditch explanations and swords Where: The Quidditch Pitch When: BACKDATED to Friday afternoon Why: Because I think it's obvious. Status: Complete Rating: I can't imagine terribly high. Aside from language stuff.
Ginny was still struggling to deal with Hermione disappearing. Logically, she knew that these were the perils of being in the village and she knew that nothing truly terribly had happened to her friend, but it didn't mean that she missed the brunette any less. There weren't very many non-family members that Ginny felt comfortable enough with to vent to. And while she absolutely loved how huge and mental her family was, it was nice to have someone sensible to talk to once in a while.
There was, however, little point in moping. At least while she was out doing things. Having a pity-party wasn't going to bring Hermione back. Besides, she didn't want anyone thinking she needed anything. She was sure that if she kept acting fine, she'd eventually be fine. She'd gotten quite good at putting on a brave face and so that was precisely what she did.
Gryffindor's son arriving was a useful distraction. If she was being honest, the founder intimidated her quite a bit, what with how awesome he was and the fact that he was rather huge, had a sword and helped invent Hogwarts. It was part of why she hadn't asked him for sword lessons, though she'd been kind of dying to learn. She wasn't entirely sure she could keep herself composed enough and was sure to embarrass herself in some way shape or form. It was a wonder that Liam even put up with her after the way she acted around him the first few weeks she was getting to know him. Godolfr, on the other hand, was a bit more approachable, in her mind anyway. She figured she was a least half as likely to completely humiliate herself.
It was fairly warm out and she was in no mood to sweat her tits off at camp, so she was wearing an old and rather beat up looking pair of shorts and a tight fitted tank-top that was really more of a glorified sports bra. Her red hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, but after two hours on a broom, it was pretty disheveled--like it was trying to escape the elastic holding it back.
Practice had been rather brilliant. She was getting a good workout just by being up on the broom more often than she had been and she really liked the way that Liam was running things. She was helping out the best she could, especially with the people who were brand new to the sport. She could see a figure down on the ground, whom she assumed was Godolfr. She was determined to get him up on a broom before too long so he could see for himself the improvements that had been made on them and then she could start teaching him the ways of Quidditch.
When everything was said and done, she put her broom in the shed along with the other equipment they'd been using and jogged over to where she saw the man who was clearly from an earlier century watching.
"Hullo!" She greeted brightly. Her cheeks were red and practically ever inch of visible skin was covered in freckles from so much time spent in the sun. "I'm Ginny Weasley! Are you Godric's son?"