InsaneJournal

Whoa
Who: Ginny, Neville
What: Arriving
When: Wednesday evening
Where: a dark alley and then the streets
Rating: Low
Status: Complete

"Lily, put it down," Ginny called tiredly from where she was on the couch. Honestly, that child was going to be the death of her. Between Lily and James ... she was run ragged, and she was glad that Albus at least was quieter and not as easy to rile as Lily was. "If I have to get off this couch, you will regret it young lady." Her response was a giggle and the slap of bare feet as Lily ran off. Of course. What had she expected, honestly? Her four-year-old delighted in being a menace. She'd thought they'd be shed of it once James had grown out of it, but the pair of them just seemed to egg each other on. That should settle down some once James was off at school, and there'd be at least a few years of peace. Or so she liked to think. With a sigh, Ginny swung her legs down, slippered feet touching the floor as she pushed herself up off the couch. She trotted down the hall after her daughter, scooping up the child and prying the bag of marbles from her hand. "They're not yours, and I don't want James having a tantrum," she explained to the girl as she set the bag up on a shelf. Cradling the girl in her arms, Ginny nuzzled her cheek. "Can you settle down? Just for a little while?" "No!" Lily proudly proclaimed as she squirmed in her mother's arms. "Of course not," she said as she set the girl down. "How about the yard? Can we settle on that? Go swing for a bit?" Lily appeared to contemplate the idea before she nodded and bounded toward the door. Ginny flicked one hand to unlock it, and she watched as her daughter pulled it open and set outside. Glad for the ten or so minutes of mostly quiet it had bought her, Ginny retreated to the couch. She flopped down on it ... ... and flailed as she continued falling. It wasn't soft couch but hard concrete that broke her fall, and she grunted slightly before she leapt to her feet. She turned a quick circle, her head whipping back and forth as she tried to figure out where she was, how she'd gotten here, and how to get back. She had three children under school-age loose in the house, and Harry wouldn't be home for hours. It was absolutely imperative she return home right now. Her attempt to apparate met with extreme resistance before the sensation stopped entirely. She frowned, then thought maybe she was overstepping the distance, which meant she was very far outside of England. She guessed she should figure out where she was before she tried to pop home. A quick look around told her very little -- save that she was somewhere where she didn't know where she was. There were no familiar landmarks, and as she watched the people, she caught on that the styles were ... really out of date. Had Harry left a time-turner somewhere in the house? But that wouldn't explain the how, unless James had found it and somehow triggered it on her instead of on himself. Ginny swore softly, pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, and tried to think. There was a logical, reasonable explanation for all of this -- she just had to find it. Stepping out of the alley, she looked around at the passers-by. Maybe if she just looked confused enough, someone would notice. She definitely looked out of place, in her sweatpants and tank top, and that alone would be enough to catch the eye of someone who could help her -- or so she hoped.