Who: Ginny Weasley and Open (to anyone who would make sense!) When: October 7 Where: The Ministry of Magic Why: Ginny is finishing up her daily dose of helping to restore Wizarding London and runs into a friendly face. Rating: Low
Ginny stared at her hands, dirty from sweeping and cleaning up the damage of the previous weekend's attacks. Had she known that she would be cleaning up and restoring the Ministry from the damage of the attacks, she would have suggested a far more personal type of aggression instead. She wouldn't have to bandage up a Death Eater, now would she? She reached up and tucked a piece of long red hair behind her ear, silent as she lamented the split ends stretching a few inches.
Her hair had gotten long, far longer than it had been, the tips brushing her lower back. She was fond of her hair, the tell-tale firey earmark of a Weasley, a sort of banner for her family and a source of pride for her. She doubted the Dark Lord even noticed, but she had to wonder if he denied her the simple pleasures of vanity in order to detach her further from her humanity. She was able to care for herself, but not in the ways she wanted to. She had little in the way of creature comforts.
Sweeping the brush over the stones a final time, she leaned the broom against a wall and sighed, tipping her head back against the cool stone. Her shift was nearly over and another shift was beginning, which meant she might get a few precious moments with a friend or even a friendly face before she had to return to Hogwarts for the evening. Hearing the telltale sound of the arrival of someone by floo powder, she glanced over, reaching up to brush a smudge of dirt from her cheek.