Ginny and her Selves
Great Hall. Lake. Forbidden Forest. Dungeons.
Ginny Weasley was reciting a list of all the places she could go to right now for distraction, for anything that could stop her from being alone with herself - selves - for another minute. There were two colliding Ginny Weasleys in her head. They bickered, fought, started WWIII in her head. The innocent civilian was the third Ginny Weasley, the one who had to brush teeth, comb hair, find clean clothes, get to classes, hand in homework that was becoming steadily more impenetrable...poor sucker, poor third Ginny Weasley.
Great Hall. Lake. Forbidden Forest. Dungeons.
The hysterical Ginny Weasley - one of the warring ones - was reciting these names over and over like a mantra, an infinite loop. With a great effort she focussed her eyes on her surroundings and they fell on her dirty robes, her frayed shoelaces, her unfinished homework. Inside her head, the second, anally retentive Ginny Weasley foisted another large load of guilt on her small shoulders. She personally thought she'd got this one like unwanted flu from Percy, but at least Percy was happy because there was only one of him - this anally retentive Percy. He didn't have two bickering stowaways inside his head creating havoc for the third one at the helm.
Right. It would have to be the lake. Too many people/miscellaneous monsters in all the other places. Getting back by curfew, Weasel, is imperative, said anally retentive Ginny. Hysterical Ginny broke out into a storm of mental tears, earning an extra dose of contempt from tight-arsed Ginny. The Ginny in the middle had just enough presence of mind to pull on a jumper under the robes. Weasel. She called herself that inside her head sometimes. It made her smile with affection for herself, and she felt a bit softer towards her two stowaways for an instant. After all, no one else really understood her. Best to stick with the stowaways.
She preferred to stay completely still when she ran away from all the other people she shared Hogwarts with. On a tree stump looking over the wide expanse of stormy gray water, completely still. Then the third Ginny could stop her reluctant steering of the Ginny-boat and disappear. Ginny's mind could wander then. It frightened her sometimes that when she needed to move again, always in response to the cruel pressures emanating from without her, she had no memories of these periods of escape. She could never tell what she had been thinking about - fantasies, memories, what, Weasel? she would sometimes ask herself. No answer from either of the stowaways.
Escape time was nearly over. Nearly, and now she would have to come out of her soporific silence and re-enter the world of gossip, competition and wretched homework. Pondering on moving and not making a move, she heard a twig crunch behind her. She moved round lazily, she didn't care who it was, particularly. Her heart sank, a horrible feeling crept into the pit of her stomach and her defenses screamed "red alert!". Draco Malfoy - alone for a change - stopped too. She hopped off the tree stump and began to back away from one of her most loathed enemies - make that her most loathed enemy. He noticed it and smirked briefly for a moment, his lip curling in contempt. Then his expression became one of indifference, as of he was watching an everyday, uninteresting spectacle. His mental dismissal of her was almost physically visible as he stalked off back to the castle.
She was a few minutes late getting back to the castle, earning her a reproving stare from Professor McGonagall. Hysterical Ginny sank in misery at this small gesture of disapproval and anally retentive Ginny beat herself up about such a glaring failure.
The Ginny-who-steered tried vaguely to remember what homework she had to do that evening. Malfoy surfaced diffusely in her long periods of usual abstraction, appearing as a vague uneasy anxiety that she could find no reason for. Another dead-weight floating down into the layers of Ginny Weasley.
I don't think this is going to turn out to be a nice fic..reviews? Pretty please with a cherry on top? All hail to the amazing rebendre on magicaltheory.com. A big thank-you from goodgirls badboys.....
Great Hall. Lake. Forbidden Forest. Dungeons.
Ginny Weasley was reciting a list of all the places she could go to right now for distraction, for anything that could stop her from being alone with herself - selves - for another minute. There were two colliding Ginny Weasleys in her head. They bickered, fought, started WWIII in her head. The innocent civilian was the third Ginny Weasley, the one who had to brush teeth, comb hair, find clean clothes, get to classes, hand in homework that was becoming steadily more impenetrable...poor sucker, poor third Ginny Weasley.
Great Hall. Lake. Forbidden Forest. Dungeons.
The hysterical Ginny Weasley - one of the warring ones - was reciting these names over and over like a mantra, an infinite loop. With a great effort she focussed her eyes on her surroundings and they fell on her dirty robes, her frayed shoelaces, her unfinished homework. Inside her head, the second, anally retentive Ginny Weasley foisted another large load of guilt on her small shoulders. She personally thought she'd got this one like unwanted flu from Percy, but at least Percy was happy because there was only one of him - this anally retentive Percy. He didn't have two bickering stowaways inside his head creating havoc for the third one at the helm.
Right. It would have to be the lake. Too many people/miscellaneous monsters in all the other places. Getting back by curfew, Weasel, is imperative, said anally retentive Ginny. Hysterical Ginny broke out into a storm of mental tears, earning an extra dose of contempt from tight-arsed Ginny. The Ginny in the middle had just enough presence of mind to pull on a jumper under the robes. Weasel. She called herself that inside her head sometimes. It made her smile with affection for herself, and she felt a bit softer towards her two stowaways for an instant. After all, no one else really understood her. Best to stick with the stowaways.
She preferred to stay completely still when she ran away from all the other people she shared Hogwarts with. On a tree stump looking over the wide expanse of stormy gray water, completely still. Then the third Ginny could stop her reluctant steering of the Ginny-boat and disappear. Ginny's mind could wander then. It frightened her sometimes that when she needed to move again, always in response to the cruel pressures emanating from without her, she had no memories of these periods of escape. She could never tell what she had been thinking about - fantasies, memories, what, Weasel? she would sometimes ask herself. No answer from either of the stowaways.
Escape time was nearly over. Nearly, and now she would have to come out of her soporific silence and re-enter the world of gossip, competition and wretched homework. Pondering on moving and not making a move, she heard a twig crunch behind her. She moved round lazily, she didn't care who it was, particularly. Her heart sank, a horrible feeling crept into the pit of her stomach and her defenses screamed "red alert!". Draco Malfoy - alone for a change - stopped too. She hopped off the tree stump and began to back away from one of her most loathed enemies - make that her most loathed enemy. He noticed it and smirked briefly for a moment, his lip curling in contempt. Then his expression became one of indifference, as of he was watching an everyday, uninteresting spectacle. His mental dismissal of her was almost physically visible as he stalked off back to the castle.
She was a few minutes late getting back to the castle, earning her a reproving stare from Professor McGonagall. Hysterical Ginny sank in misery at this small gesture of disapproval and anally retentive Ginny beat herself up about such a glaring failure.
The Ginny-who-steered tried vaguely to remember what homework she had to do that evening. Malfoy surfaced diffusely in her long periods of usual abstraction, appearing as a vague uneasy anxiety that she could find no reason for. Another dead-weight floating down into the layers of Ginny Weasley.
I don't think this is going to turn out to be a nice fic..reviews? Pretty please with a cherry on top? All hail to the amazing rebendre on magicaltheory.com. A big thank-you from goodgirls badboys.....