InsaneJournal

Everything about this place was weird. Living with Harry's mum and younger versions of Remus and Sirius. Knowing a younger version of Snape was here, and now, a younger version of Dean. She was still working on the employment thing, but it was ... difficult. They had enough to survive on right now, but it felt queer borrowing money from her younger mother in law.

Deciding not to think too much about that today, Ginny navigated her way from the flat to the welcome center. She stepped inside after kicking the snow off her boots. She'd be glad whenever this false winter stopped. She hoped it was a false winter, at any rate. If this was just an early winter ...

... Well, it wasn't as if she could do anything about it either way. Shoving her hands into her pockets, Ginny glanced around the lobby area of the center before she plunked herself down in a seat to wait for Dean. She wondered just how awkward it was going to be. Lily had told her what year he'd said to be from (which then prompted Ginny to explain exactly what Snape had been up to, so Lily wouldn't fret so much), and Ginny really had no idea what he'd want to know. If he'd want to know anything.

Shifting her weight in the chair, she rested her arms against her thighs, leaning forward as she watched for his arrival.