WHO: Ginny Weasley & Blaise Zabini. WHERE: An Art Gallery in Wizarding London. WHEN: Tuesday Night. November 22, 2002. WHAT: Ginny & Blaise run into each other again. RATING: PG-13 cause these two like to snark. STATUS: In progress.
Ginny wasn't usually out at this time on a Tuesday night, most of the time she was fast asleep from quidditch practice or visiting her parents but things had been different lately. It was almost strange that her body wasn't aching from a hard day of practice but she enjoyed the break. While flying was still incredibly important to her, quidditch just didn't hold the importance that she longed for anymore. She was going out every night, and though she wouldn't admit it, she was trying to distract herself. It was hard enough dealing with all of the shite that the wizarding world was going through lately, let alone having her own demons to deal with. It was working at least and tonight would be no different. She found it odd that she was invited to a showing in the middle of the week, but that didn't stop her. After all, her schedule was unusually free after breaking it off with Harry.
She was set to go out to an art gallery in London and she apparated quickly. Landing a bit ungracefully, Ginny stood up and brushed off her dress. The showcase was going to be of the work by an artist named of Jonas Belby, whom she didn't have the slightest knowledge of. It was alright though, it gave her an excuse to drink champagne and wear a nice dress. She had been invited by some friends at the ministry and told her that this would be a good way to network and start her job hunt.
Ginny's red hair was curled perfectly and she wore a green laced dress with black shoes. On her lips she donned a bright shade of red lipstick and a smirk. Entering the large gallery, she could already see all of the moving paintings showcased with the same signature in every corner. Several people greeted her before a waiter offered her a glass of champagne. Holding her clutch under her arm, she took a glass from the tray and nodded to the man in thanks. Bringing it to her lips she sipped down the whole glass before grabbing another.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way deeper into the venue. It was a classy event. Several waiters and waitresses were walking around with various drinks and hors d'oeuvres. In the front was a string quartet playing a classical piece and a very nervous event planner running around like a mad woman. She stepped to view a certain piece of art and stopped, focusing her vision the canvas. The painting was of two lovers who were entangled in bright white bed sheets. The woman had long curly brown hair and the man was moving rhythmically against her skin. She popped her hip and cocked her head, taking a sip of her drink as she stared absentmindedly at it. God, she hadn't had sex in forever. Well, you know, the consensual kind at least.