Ginevra M. Weasley (littlestflame) wrote in tempus_fugit, @ 2008-12-05 11:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ginny weasley, location: 11 delphinium lane, status: complete |
Who: Ginny Weasley
What: arrested. that's right.
When: Friday 5 December 2001
Where: Ginny's flat; a cell
The knock that came from her door seemed to resound throughout her flat, and had the effect of thoroughly confusing her. She didn't think she had invited anyone over today. Her brothers, and a few other select few had direct access to her Floo, so she wasn't sure why they would bother coming by foot. She stepped out of the kitchen and unwarded the door so that she could open it.
Standing before her were three men, and something told Ginny that she was glad she still had her wand in hand.
"Good evening, Miss Ginevra Weasley?" The first man inquired.
"Yes?" Ginny asked, still keeping her wand at the ready. Several odd things had happened in the news lately...
The man seemed very uncomfortable, stiff, as he said, "We have a warrant for your arrest."
Ginny felt her mouth go slack, and a moment after she snapped it back into place, and offered a quizzical look in the man's direction. In truth there was only one thing that she thought could actually lead her in this direction. Separatism. She wondered if they had gotten Draco too? Had their public display been a bit too much? Still, she needed to know for sure. "May I ask what for?"
Hardly a moment later the same man answered,"For acts of sedition and treason to the Ministry of Magic." At that moment the two other men walked by on either side of her and into her flat. She looked back at the man in front of her. "It will be easier if you go quietly, Miss Weasley."
Ginny became very still, her jaw was slightly clinched she knew, but it was taking everything in her not to go off on this trio of men. She felt the tell-tale reddening of her ears, cheeks and likely a flush around her shoulders and chest. "Fine." She said steely, somewhat angrily.
What sort of injustice was this that she couldn't have a differing opinion than the government approved one. Before she had time to fully think out her fury, the man had grabbed her arm, and she felt the uncomfortable pressure of side-along apparation.
He led her into an empty and squalid cell. "Expelliarmus." Ginny watched as he tucked her wand inside his pocket. "Good evening, Miss Weasley."
She'd lost her wand, and Ginny couldn't help but wonder what else she would lose. Her family would probably be shocked, but it wasn't as if she had turned to dark magic. She'd only done what they'd taught her, to defy what she found wrong. Her career, she didn't even want to begin thinking of the game she'd surely miss tomorrow. There were bigger things to think about. Ginny took a seat on her messy cell bench.
In the cell air, she punctuated her sentiments with one word, "Shit."