Enchanted
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Disclaimer:
I have no legal ownership of all (characters, landscape, etc...) that J.K. Rowling created,
nor have I made any profit. It is hers and Warner Brothers. I appreciate the idea that one
was so daring to put into writing and publish. Thank you!!
A/N:
To all those that dare to dream, keep going for it and put it in writing!!!! Making it real
is only one step away.
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He looked up from his Peppernickel Drink to see... "Ginny?" He's voice dropped and his
black robes tighened around his neck. He attempted to commit to memory everythign that
he saw. Except he could only sum it up in one word... "Ginny."
After seven years, Ginny looked far different from the day after he left Hogsworth's. Those
green eyes with gold flecks penetrated through the crowd and straight into his heart. What
was he going to say? He can't ignore her know, earlier maybe; no, he could never ignore
how she made him feel. Now and never again.
Her emerald green robes accentuated the essence of Ginny: kind, compassionate, beautiful,
smart, loving, intrigueing. . . He could go on and on about her; except for one little fact, she
was walking straight toward him. He knew this. His pulse knew this. He's entire being knew-
"Hi." she said and held out her hand. "Do you remember me?"
He wanted to stammer out, ~yes, of course I remember you. I couldn't forget you-
"Yes. Sorry. I haven't seen you in seven years, where did my manners fly off to? Would you
fancy a seat?"
"I think I'd like that." She smiled.
~She bewitches me even when she smiles. ~ He pulled out a white wicker chair from the table
next to him. She giggles. ~The angel laughs!~ Ginny pointed to the standing man that once
occupied it. Suddenly he realized the errors of his way and promptely returned and mummbled
a brief apology.
Once Ginny had sat in a seat, he could finally relax in his own and notice more than just her
physical features. He could tell that her mind was hard at work, but didn't question why she
kept her hood drawn over her flaming red hair. Ginny could always be found in a crowd. He
looked to what her hand held, a black leather rope which was chained to the neck of a rather
large black panther.
"I've only got a second but here. " She pulled out an red leather pouch with gold strings
rapped around the top, tying it together. "Have a good day." With a puff of gray smoke, her
and her black panther apperated into the morning fog of Hogsmeade's main street.
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Gee who could it possibly be?? What's in the little pouch?? Will he even see Ginny again??
You'll just kill me I know it.
But there is something about two characters... and more are to come. I'll speed it up a notch.
Can you guess who this is?
Do you like Ginny's black panther- why does she have a black panther and is it really a
black panther?? I wonder...hm... well I am ambiguous and vague in the first few. I'll slip
giant clues in later when I get into the story (because it will be obvious whose eyes we're
looking through). Just remember it is a story. Have a good weekend!!
_______________________________________________
Disclaimer:
I have no legal ownership of all (characters, landscape, etc...) that J.K. Rowling created,
nor have I made any profit. It is hers and Warner Brothers. I appreciate the idea that one
was so daring to put into writing and publish. Thank you!!
A/N:
To all those that dare to dream, keep going for it and put it in writing!!!! Making it real
is only one step away.
_______________________________________________________________________
He looked up from his Peppernickel Drink to see... "Ginny?" He's voice dropped and his
black robes tighened around his neck. He attempted to commit to memory everythign that
he saw. Except he could only sum it up in one word... "Ginny."
After seven years, Ginny looked far different from the day after he left Hogsworth's. Those
green eyes with gold flecks penetrated through the crowd and straight into his heart. What
was he going to say? He can't ignore her know, earlier maybe; no, he could never ignore
how she made him feel. Now and never again.
Her emerald green robes accentuated the essence of Ginny: kind, compassionate, beautiful,
smart, loving, intrigueing. . . He could go on and on about her; except for one little fact, she
was walking straight toward him. He knew this. His pulse knew this. He's entire being knew-
"Hi." she said and held out her hand. "Do you remember me?"
He wanted to stammer out, ~yes, of course I remember you. I couldn't forget you-
"Yes. Sorry. I haven't seen you in seven years, where did my manners fly off to? Would you
fancy a seat?"
"I think I'd like that." She smiled.
~She bewitches me even when she smiles. ~ He pulled out a white wicker chair from the table
next to him. She giggles. ~The angel laughs!~ Ginny pointed to the standing man that once
occupied it. Suddenly he realized the errors of his way and promptely returned and mummbled
a brief apology.
Once Ginny had sat in a seat, he could finally relax in his own and notice more than just her
physical features. He could tell that her mind was hard at work, but didn't question why she
kept her hood drawn over her flaming red hair. Ginny could always be found in a crowd. He
looked to what her hand held, a black leather rope which was chained to the neck of a rather
large black panther.
"I've only got a second but here. " She pulled out an red leather pouch with gold strings
rapped around the top, tying it together. "Have a good day." With a puff of gray smoke, her
and her black panther apperated into the morning fog of Hogsmeade's main street.
_______________________________________________________________________
Gee who could it possibly be?? What's in the little pouch?? Will he even see Ginny again??
You'll just kill me I know it.
But there is something about two characters... and more are to come. I'll speed it up a notch.
Can you guess who this is?
Do you like Ginny's black panther- why does she have a black panther and is it really a
black panther?? I wonder...hm... well I am ambiguous and vague in the first few. I'll slip
giant clues in later when I get into the story (because it will be obvious whose eyes we're
looking through). Just remember it is a story. Have a good weekend!!