Ginny Lestrange (bigbadwitch) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-02-14 08:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: ginny lestrange |
Who: Ginny Lestrange
When: Wednesday, February 14th, 2004
Where: Lestrange Manor
What: Receiving a gift
Status: Stand Alone, Completed
Rose are red.
Violets are blue.
I promise you'll be dead
The next time I see
The flowers had arrived early in the morning while Ginny was still tending to Dominic and getting Henry ready for the day. She hadn't yet come downstairs. The staff had kindly brought breakfast to the upstairs sitting room for Ginny and Henry. Rabastan, ever the dedicated Minister, had gone to work early, kissing her goodbye with promises he'd be home early to celebrate the holiday together. Ginny took her time dressing and eating, allowing herself a fair bit of luxury that morning. It wasn't until half past ten when she finally walked down the stairs, Dominic in her arms.
Her face lit up at the sight of the bouquet. As always, her husband had wasted no expense when it came to showing his affection for her. Ginny was truly touched that he remembered, considering everything he was currently dealing with. She leaned in to inhale the fragrant perfume of roses and lilies. Her lips turned up into a soft, gentle smile for a flash of a moment before Ginny was struck by an overwhelming and sudden feeling of disdain.
Pulling back sharply, Ginny stared at the ridiculous display. As though flowers could possibly make up for the months she'd spent as a prisoner in his home. Ginny held Dominic tighter, pressing a kiss to his soft hair. Her son was the only good thing to come from her enslavement to that monster. One day she'd find a way to escape, to be free of him once and for all. Her entire body trembled with venom. Resentment, anger, and fear rolled together within her, leaving her unsure where one horrible emotion ended and the next began. She loathed Rabastan, resented him for forcing her to play the part of the happy wife, the Rebel turned Society Witch.
Turning her back on the flowers, Ginny shook her head, trying not to think about the man who had stolen her life. Stolen her form the man she really loved. And now, Neville was in love with someone else and Ginny was left with a murderer. Life hadn't been kind to Ginny, not since she was much younger. "Come on, love," she murmured to her son. "Let's go have a good day before that miserable bastard comes home."