|Ginevra Molly Potter (bat_bogeys) wrote in silverage,|
@ 2011-09-05 00:35:00
|Entry tags:||!log, ginny potter, lois lane|
Albus' arrival had been a pleasant surprise. A shock at first (and still shocking when she thought too much on the fact that her quiet darling boy was a man grown), but she was acclimated to the idea of him being here. While she was curious as anything about what had happened in the years between her disappearance and his arrival, she didn't ask. Or hadn't yet; there was no telling when her self-control was going to give and she was going to ask questions she probably didn't want answers to.
She wondered suddenly if this was how Lily and the others felt. Here was someone who could tell her all about her future, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
Today though, she was determined not to think about too much of anything. It was a holiday -- apparently all over -- and she was going to enjoy it. She had a little bit of research to do for an article, but it could wait until this evening, really. She was kind of keen on getting out of the flat for a bit, and Lily had mentioned going somewhere to spend the day. Ginny thought that had sounded like a fantastic idea, so she'd followed suit. Not to the same place though -- or if Lily was here somewhere, they hadn't crossed paths yet.
It hardly mattered. She was here to look at the exhibits and to immerse herself in things that had nothing to do with being stuck and trapped and everything else.