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~Alice
Wind whipped through Ginny's hair. She called out in pleasure, her hands gripping her broom tightly. Her long jumper flapped behind her, and she had long since lost her shoes. Her cinnamon eyes watered as the ice cold wind attacked her face, and she reached up a hand to stroke the belly of an owl. Her dainty hands stroked the soft down feathers, and her purple nails contrasted the gentle brown colouring of the tawny owl. Her legs shook as they gripped the thin broom, but she powered on.
No destination, that was Ginny. Or rather, that's what Harry had told her. The Golden Boy needed someone secure and stable, not someone like Ginny. That was fair.
She dived downwards so fast, that when she pulled up by a lake, her toes were dancing in the water. Her reflection mimicked her exactly, apart from the colours all were different shades of blue. Even her flaming hair was an odd shade of dark blue.
The owl had long gone, and that made Ginny sad. Though, nothing seemed permanent in her life.
Not too far away was a relatively deserted river bank, and Ginny decided to camp. "Yes," she said smally, "I am allowed to camp now." Her smile grew to one of determination as she sped to the river bank.
The grass was damp with early morning dew, but Ginny's feet were wet already. She rolled up her jumper sleeves, found her wand, and began to Accio and Transfigure a make-shift camp for her to sleep in. She didn't need to be in work until Monday, and it was only Saturday night- or was it Sunday morning?
"Eh," Ginny shrugged, rubbed her eyes absently, and clambered into the make-shift tent. Her head hit the goose feathered pillow within seconds, and she was soon sound asleep.