Who: Ginny Weasley and Colin Creevey (Open to anyone who would've been at the Manor yesterday evening) What: Talking boys out of closets (A literal closet, we're not being deep here) Where: Malfoy Manor When: 3/19 because I was supposed to get this up last night and then I fell asleep. Evening hours Why: Because Colin is having a sort of breakdown and Ginny isn't just going to let him drown in his own fear Rating: TBD? Though I'm guessing Medium for mentions of death Status: Incomplete
After having cooked enough food to feed a small army (which, considering circumstances seemed appropriate at the time), Ginny was back to square one--abject worry. Cooking was supposed to have been a distraction; a habit she picked up from her mother somewhere along the way. The practical food choice of hot heroes she'd settled on had apparently been too easy though because it didn't occupy her full brain. Which meant there was still plenty of room for her anxieties about what was going to happen.
Helping out the mini-crisis at Malfoy Manor, therefore, was a welcomed distraction. It gave her something productive to do and a few less people to worry about considering they'd all be right there with her and she could physically see them being safe and fine. Which of course they all were...well, fine aside from scared and worried and anxious and vaugely melt-downy. After she'd passed out sandwiches to everyone and gave general assurance that they'd be safe there in the Manor and that singing would fend off the Nargles and Hedgeplugs, according to Luna, she asked to be pointed to wherever Colin had camped himself out.
Arming herself with a hero and a pint of ice cream she had a seat outside the door and took a deep breath.
"Cols? You in there?" She called out gently. "It's Ginny."