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Ginevra Molly Potter (bat_bogeys) wrote in silverage,

Ginny shook her head. "Yell a lot," she offered. "The only thing I really sing are ... lullabies to the kids." She looked away for a moment. "James is a little old for it now, but Lily likes it well enough. She sings along, at least until she gets sleepy. I think if there's any acting genes in our family, she'll have them."

Realizing she was heading off on a tangent that was going to make her sad, Ginny exhaled softly. It was better not to think about them. About a home she couldn't get back to.

"I don't think I'd be much of an actress. I have trouble taking direction," she added with a grin. Well, that wasn't entirely true, and she'd definitely have a stage voice. She could yell halfway down a Quidditch pitch; she could certainly manage to project to the back of a theater. But really, her heart wasn't in acting and she wouldn't even know where to begin.

Still, she bet it paid well, and that was something to consider if she started to get desperate for a position.