Sam Capper is Ginny Weasley's pretend wife. (six_string) wrote in wished, @ 2010-01-09 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !1998: 01, !complete, ginny weasley, sam capper |
Characters: Samantha Capper and Ginny Weasley
Setting: Breakfast time on Saturday morning, in the Great Hall and outside the castle.
Summary: Sam gets an upsetting owl from home and Ginny tries to comfort her.
Rating/Warning: Mild, she doesn't even manage to curse in this one I think O.o
Sam silently watched the coffee circle her cup as she stirred cream into it, ignoring the sounds of breakfast in the Great Hall. It was too early for her to phrase any sort of grumpy comment about being awake and settled instead for slumping sleepily against Ginny. As with most Hogsmeade weekends the breakfast crowd was denser than usual, the late sleepers having gotten up to eat with the early risers before setting off. And Sam felt like she was merely being dragged along to keep the miserably concious company.
Around her her classmates chatted happily in between bites, most of the conversation going over Sam's not quite awake head. She let them carry on and loaded up her plate with eggs, toast, bacon and tomatoes. A few bites helped her rouse a little more and she tried to pick up whatever it was Ginny had been talking about and even risking a smile when she looked over. There was a noticeable rustling over head and Sam glanced up to see, as expected, the flurry of owls that signalled the morning's post had arrived. She watched a few owls land in front of their owners before turning her attention back to breakfast. Her mum had owled earlier in the week, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything, and she'd only written back to Mallory's week old letter the day before, her sister wasn't that quick of a responder. When the ruffled barn owl landed in front of her she had her mouth full of beans, making her surprised expression all the more comical.
Ignoring the conversation again, she hadn't gotten involved enough for the others to even notice, she took the letter from the owl and broke it's seal, sipping her coffee as she read. It wasn't a very long letter, it had obviously been written in a hurry, but Sam stared at the paper silently for minutes as a nauseated sensation took hold of her stomach. It was some sort of joke, she convinced herself, rereading the letter again, noting the rushed handwriting scrawled across the parchment. It couldn't be real.
Sam realised she needed air or space or to just be out of the noisy crowded hall desperately. Unable to speak she didn't even look at Ginny or the others before dropping the paper to the table and pushing away from the table. Sam made an unsteady beeline for the doors, walking as quickly as she could without drawing too much attention to herself. By the time she got to the Entrance Hall and was out of sight of everyone she hurried to the front door and shoved it open, ignoring the cold as she ran out onto the grounds, patting down her pockets for a cigarette. By the time she reached the side of the castle she was frantically searching her pockets for a lighter, dropping first the cigarette she'd pulled out and then the lighter when she found it, cursing aloud at her shaky hands as she lit it. Sinking back against the wall, Sam slid to the ground and stared out across the grounds, aware of each shaky, deep breath she took in between drags.
Ginny felt Sam stiffen against her, but didn't make a move other than to squeeze her thigh gently under the table. She was deep in conversation, her mind not even fully on the chat. She was worried about Luna, she hadn't heard anything from her friend, or her family. Maybe Luna's dad had decided to keep her back home, it was a possibility, but if that was the case, why wouldn't the Ravenclaw have owled to let them know she was alright?
Beside her, Sam made a noise and Ginny half turned, just in time to see her drop a piece of parchment on the table and push away. "Sam?" She called, her brow furrowed, but the other girl didn't turn back or make any indication that she'd heard her. Ginny reached over Sam's plate and snatched up the parchment. What had made her girlfriend so upset? She glance over the letter, then froze and reread it twice more, unable to believe what she was seeing.
"Oh no," she breathed, pushing away from the table, the parchment crumpled in her hand. She followed Sam's trail out of the Great Hall and paused, unsure if she'd gone outside or upstairs. The front door was open just slightly and she took her chances, pushing out into the cold. "Sammy?" she called, stuffing the parchment into her pocket and shielding her eyes from the bright sun as she looked around the courtyard for the other girl.
It was still early and not Ginny was able to pick out Sam's footprints, trailing them around the side of the castle where she came upon the other girl. "Oh, Sammy," Ginny murmured, unsure what else to say. She tugged her wand out and cast warming charms around the area before settling down beside Sam.
Sam heard Ginny's approach but didn't look up. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and she had her arms wrapped around them, holding them there. The only clue she had that Ginny'd placed a warming charm was the fog from her breath dissappeared, leaving only the cigarette smoke she exhaled. She didn't look over when her girlfriend sat down beside her, she knew too well that she was barely keeping herself together. Staring ahead and focusing on the burning cigarette in her hand, that she could do.
At a loss for what to do, Ginny settled herself beside Sam, reaching out and wrapping her arms around the other girl. "Oh, baby," she murmured, stroking Sam's back. She couldn't imagine what her friend was feeling and she felt a selfish pang, an urge to owl her own mummy. The normal platitudes were on her tongue, but Ginny couldn't say them. She couldn't lie to Sam and tell her her mum was alright, that they'd find her okay, because she knew they wouldn't. Instead, she held Sam tighter, hoping she would be able to provide some sort of comfort.
The feeling of Ginny's arms around her caused what little she had holding her together to crumble. She burrowed her face in the redhead's shoulder and sobbed against it, unable to stop the frightened tears from falling. "She can't...not....baby..." They started out slow, but quickly were falling too hard and fast for Sam to manage anymore words than the stammer she'd tried, let alone catch her breath, and she clung to Ginny tightly.
Horrified, Ginny tried her best to comfort Sam, aware that she was well out of her element. What could you say to someone who's only parent had gone missing and was likely never going to be seen again? "I know, baby..." she managed, holding Sam tightly and stroking her hair. She couldn't bring herself to say the words it's alright, because it wasn't, not at all. "I'm here, baby." She murmured against Sam's hair.
Sam cried until she ran out of steam. Thick tears and choking sobs wore her down quickly and eventually she lifted her head, looking at Ginny with red eyes. "She's..." Sam started to ask the question she already knew the answer to but lost the strength for it. She knew what happened when someone disappeared these days. Too scared to voice it and too tired to cry again, Sam dug out another cigarette, lighting it before she tried to speak again. "I can't tell Quincy," she muttered, inhaling deeply.
Ginny sat, unmoving, her arms around Sam and allowed her to cling to her. Ginny wasn't sure how much time had passed when Sam moved out of her arms and fumbled for another cigarette, but she took the opportunity to strengthen the warming charm, concentrating on it and watching the snow melting away and the flakes disappearing as they hit the magical barrier. "Do you want me to?" Ginny said, quietly. While she wasn't the best at giving bad news, she knew she'd do anything to make Sam not hurt. "Or are you holding off?"
"I don't want to tell him," she said quietly, watching the smoke she exhaled and ignoring the scratchiness of her voice. "Not yet. Not til...I mean...they could find her still." Sam's desperate clinging to hopefulness was obvious to even herself but she couldn't tolerate the alternative. She couldn't, wouldn't accept that her mum was gone until she was forced.
Ginny nodded and made a non-committal noise, scooting back beside Sam and pressing against her. "They could," she murmured, refusing to give in to the little voice in her mind telling her it wasn't going to happen. If they found her, it wouldn't be good. Ginny wasn't sure which she preferred, to have the definitive of a body, or the endless, immeasurably painful hope. "D'you think McGonagall knows?"
"It could," she echoed, trying to convince as much comfort herself. Sam curled up closer, snuggling against Ginny as tightly as she could. "I don't know. She didn't say. D'you think?" She assumed if McGonagall knew she would find out soon enough, the professor surely wouldn't let her go about without talking to her about this.
Sam watched the bright orange line descend the length of the cigarette, afraid she would have more tears soon. Letting out a weak sigh she finally met Ginny's gaze, the first time since reading the note, and couldn't stop the tremble in her lip. "She just...can't be..." She repeated, her eyes pleading with Ginny as if she could make it all better.
Ginny's heart ached and she clenched her jaw to reign her emotions in. It took a long moment for her to be able to speak and she scooted around settling behind Sam and wrapping her arms around the other girl. "I know, baby," she murmured, pressing her lips against Sam's hair, unsure what else to say. "I'm so sorry, but I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, I promise, baby."
Closing her eyes tightly, Sam pressed back against the other girl, silently thanking Merlin she had her. "I love you," she sighed, twisting around enough to kiss her. "I love you so much, Ginny Weasley."
Smiling softly, Ginny held Sam, returning the kiss gently. "I love you too, Sammy." She offered up another tentative smile and took Sam's face in her hands. She pressed a kiss to the other girl's forehead, then captured her lips again, softly, sweetly, the words coming out of her mouth almost unbidden. "Forever."