Disclaimer: No matter how many times I put it on my list to Santa, I do not own Dead Poets Society
The Cloudy Side of Life: Rescue
It was a calm bright Sunday afternoon and the girls of Henley Hall were quietly and dignifiedly going about their day in a ladylike manner. Or all the girls except for Ginny Danbury who had just bounded into the common room shouting and waving a paper about.
"It's an emergency!" she cried.
The other girls in the room however were used to this kind of behaviour went about their business, doing whatever the hell it is they do at Henley Hall. I dunno, sewing or whatever.
"Have you seen this!? Girls admitted to Welton! GIRLS! Girls with ridiculous names! Just look here 'Ellenora Mayfield, Pilar Tylers, and Evangeline Crystal Rainbowchild.' Okay now that just sounds made up. Why do all the girls they admitted sound like perfume names!? Whatever happened to regular, normal names like, I dunno, CAITLIN!?" Ginny wailed stomping her Mary Jane covered feet.
What? You thought Ginny was quiet and sweet didn't you? Well she was, at least until she got cast as Hermia and started alternating between flinging herself about onto anything male that moved and screaming about anything that she liked, or disliked, or had no opinion on either way.
"Why is nobody getting upset about this! We have not only been dissed as an unintelligent group of young women not elligable for admission and these new flousies are going to elbow us out of our spot as avaliable girls for horny masses of adolensent males! Why are we not protesting in the streets!?"
Though Ginny knew the answer to that before she asked. Nobody was protesting because that would involve both effort and having to get up and move about.
"Do we want out brothers and cousins and boys-we-have-dibs-on to be snatched up and wooed by these harlots!?" She cried in a last ditch effort to get anyone to even look up and listen to what she was saying. No one ever even looked up from their needlework or copies of 'So You Want To Be A Housewife?'
Ginny gave an exasperated sigh and threw her paper to the ground. "You know what, it's not worth it. If those poor defenseless boys are going to be rescued I guess I'll just have to do it myself!" and with on last dramatic sweeping hand gesture she stomped out of the room, a woman on a mission.
Five minutes later a blonde head popped out from behind a well worn copy of 'The Joy of Cooking'
"What was she going on about?"
"Hmmm, something about rainbows I think."
"Figures."
AN: What? Cloudy writing something plot (sort of) based!? It's a Festivus miracle! So seriously, be nice.
And about Ginny, I never bought what the revised 3rd said about her being really shy. If she was really that shy she wouldn't be playing Hermia.