Written for Week one of the One Week Challenge. My restriction is to only write about the amazing Ginevra Weasley.
Word restriction: 80-120 words.
Word count: 98 words
Some days, Ginny thinks she might have been better off dying on the chamber's freezing floor, aching and cold, because it's no better here. She's tired of pity and reassuring mutters (she let him in willingly, doesn't anyone get that?)
Tom knew every piece of her mind like it was his own. Ginny knows the way disgust tastes on his tongue, the amused curl of his lips, the way he used and discarded her. She calls him Tom and everyone flinches.
Some days, she hates him. Other days, she understands. People are like toys. They break so easily.
She's learned manipulation.