Who: Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter What: A Walk Where: Amid the rubble. When: Sometime after This Why: Because they haven't had any alone time yet Rating: I guess we'll find out Status: Incomplete
Ginny was still recovering from the events of the previous week. Physically she was doing much better than she had been. Her arm was still a little spastic and she didn't really trust it for too long with too much, and she was still sore as hell so she maybe didn't move as quick as she was used to, but she could get up and do things. Her biggest problem was the nightmares. Visions of James dying over and over and Tom Riddle weaving in and out. Not to mention those zombie-death monsters running around in her sub-conscious. It wasn't exactly a picnic. But sitting around all day long wasn't going to help them. She needed to make herself tired. Dreamless sleep potions were all well and good, but the supplies around town were low and it wasn't like she hadn't had nightmares before. And admitting that she was having them was not her favorite thing in the world. She just needed to wear herself out was all. She needed to be so tired when she hit the pillow that she just didn't dream. Problem solved.
Since Harry had come back, the pair of them had seen one another but not really had a chance to talk outside of the journals. She knew he was older, and part of her wanted to ask what had happened between her memories and his, but the other part knew that even if she did know it wouldn't affect what as happening in the village. They needed to figure out however they were going to work between the two of them. Different ages and times and everything. It had been easy when she'd first arrived. He'd only just arrived too and there was only the year between them. She knew where he was coming from and she could better predict what was going through his head. It wouldn't be that way this time. She didn't have the upper hand by being ahead in the timeline. He did.
He said he'd come by the Burrow so the two of them could go for a walk and she found herself a little anxious while she waited for him. She knew it was silly, but she couldn't help it. She tried to shake it out of her head as she took a seat in the front room so she could be good and close to the door in order to get out of there as quickly as possible.