that's miss ginny to you. (heartofalion) wrote in reoccurrence, @ 2020-08-23 17:01:00 |
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As the last person left her flat, a wave of exhaustion rolled through every inch of Ginny's body. She could feel tension in her muscles she hadn't even been aware she'd been holding begin to relax one muscle at a time -- a reaction to the base knowledge that Death Eaters were back, to having the group around her once again and all the implications that came with it. Perhaps one day they might get together for the hell of it, and make a memory that wasn't marred by everything from their past. One day. Ginny looked around the room, the silence almost deafening after their talk. Though it hadn't been a party, it was still a mess of furniture and nibbles. Things had been moved around and duplicated to manage the number of people and it looked crowded and overwhelming all of a sudden. Except for Harry. He was still on the sofa, looking just as tired as she felt. The pizza boxes were ignored in favour of taking up a seat next to him on the worn velvet. She could hear the game play on from the wireless radios in apartments around her, having not really thought about silencing more than their own voices with her wards. "I wonder what the score is," Ginny said softly, not even considering that he might not be able to hear the excited announcers through the walls. "Hadn't thought about turning on a wireless, but now I don't think I can get back up." |