Who: Ginny Weasley and Michael Corner Where: Quarantine area of the Hospital Wing When: Monday night Rating: PG Status: Incomplete | Closed
She'd been in the place for an entire week. It'd taken far less time than that to figure out the routine. Now that she was about to be sent back to the Land of the Uninfected, there was to be no more biding her time and double-checking to make sure the coast was clear. The solitude had given her time to think. Think about the possibilities of what directions her life might take if she had the Virus, of what people meant to her, of what she meant to people.
The fact that she'd been so close to Michael before he'd been diagnosed meant that Ginny had all but resigned herself to the fact that she may have to live without magic for the rest of her life. That being said, and keeping it in mind, what did she have to lose by heading through the supposed mine-field of the quarantined area that he was being kept in? It wasn't fair on either of them to have gone for this long without seeing each other. She needed to see him.
She'd written a note earlier, procured a small piece of parchment, and knew that she had a good while before anyone would be back to check on the patients.
I miss you.
Ginny folded it, knocked quietly on the door to the room she knew Michael was in, and slid it through the gap at the bottom of the door.