Ginny Weasley (defiantlioness) wrote in temetnosce, @ 2013-03-24 15:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: serv: ginny weasley, ch: thg: fred weasley, i: west, p: caolinn, p: devin |
Who: Ginny WeasleyServ and Fred WeasleyTHG and open to Cherry Warringtoncan
What: Meeting and Pseduo-Sibling bonding time
Where: Around the West Island
When: Sunday Afternoon
Why: Because Ginny has been missing her brothers and Fred needs to meet his (kind of) sister.
Rating: Meh. We'll say lowish, but warnings for Ginny's lack of decent language.
Status: Incomplete
Ginny wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was kind of nervous for meeting this strange Fred. Frankly, she would've been nervous if it was her own Fred too. It had been years since she'd seen her brother. That had all been before. Before she was taken off the street. Before the Academy. Before the Marvolo School. Before she lost her innocence and her belief that people were good. The Fred she remembered was always trying to make her laugh despite their grim situation, but the worst thing he had to cheer her up from was that they weren't allowed to have dessert that night because there wasn't any cake or biscuits. Or perhaps that her daddy and Charlie weren't there at the meeting spot yet. That Ginny's troubles seemed trivial compared to what she dealt with now. And she knew that her Fred would still be expecting that little girl.
Part of her was happy that this Fred didn't have his own Ginny. Not that she was glad she didn't exist, or that he was missing out on her brilliance, but that he wouldn't have any preconceived ideas of how she ought to be. It was less pressure for her to try and be that little girl who was dead and gone. That life was far away and more of a story than a memory. She was glad she wouldn't have to live up to it. Not yet anyway.
She sat on the dock, letting her feet dangle over the edge as she looked out over the water for the fishing boat that would be carrying her brother. She wasn't entirely sure how long it would take him to get there, but she hoped the journey would be safe enough for him. While she hadn't experienced any of the bad storms herself, she'd heard about them enough to be worried. The "Gods", or whatever they were, seemed a bit unpredictable, to put it mildly. She still wasn't sure whether or not they could be trusted.
She'd left her flaming red hair down and as usual, it was a wildly out of control mess of waves. It blew around her face in the gentle wind. She had a light jacket on, the weather forever changing on this island and a pair of denims that were still just a bit too big for her. After a few weeks out of the Academy and eating meals a bit more regularly, her cheekbones weren't quite so scarily prominent and though her collar bone still protruded, it didn't look quite as sharp as it had. She was still uncomfortably fragile looking, like anything stronger than the gentle breeze that was blowing now would carry her away, but the colour in her cheeks was much better now too.