WHO: Ginny Weasley and OPEN WHAT: Ginny leaves her house to pay a visit WHERE: St. Mungo's WHEN: Sometime in the late afternoon WHY: Because SOMEONE needs to play Mum over there RATING: PGish? STATUS: incomplete
Ginny had finally convinced herself that it was alright to leave her children for a few hours in order to go pay a visit to Mungo's. Well, okay. Harry had helped a LOT with that convincing bit and she was only going to stay for a little while because she still had that horrible feeling in her stomach that hadn't really gone away since Hermione's murder. The same feeling that she hadn't felt since a few months after the war. They were supposed to be past this. They were supposed to live happily ever after...
Not allowing herself to dwell too much on what could happen, she was forcing herself to dwell on what was happening. Her sister-in-law was still unconscious. Bill had likely been there every moment since he'd gotten back from his trip and probably hadn't had a bite to eat in the meantime. As much as Ginny hated the thought, she knew her mother wasn't there to force food down his throat, and if she knew her brother well enough, she knew that he wasn't about to let anyone else force food down his throat for him. That was why she'd come equipped with a basket filled with sandwiches and and cookies and a pitcher of lemonade. If nothing else, preparing it all had given her something to think about and focus on, which was always a good thing.
She rounded a corner in the hospial and found herself right where she needed to be. "Well that was a first." she mumbled to herself. She was used to being lost in that building. She gave a look around the corridor for any sign of a familiar face.