I just, don't know. I haven't been writing Ginny enough, nor Neville, nor Luna. So I did.
For February and March.
30(colour) Lavender/16(object) Card/Love Letter
359 words
I don't own!
ENJOY!
Ginny was walking arm in arm with Luna, the two girls wandering through the shops with little care, waiting for their friend to finish work so they could drag him to the amusement park.
He was only a year older, but sometimes he would seem hundreds, with the way that he would act like an old man from time to time. Because being a substitute teacher makes him seem like an old man, even if he was only 26.
"Look, the stationary store. We could get Hermione a birthday present. Her big day is soon." Ginny dragged her serene friend into the store, both browsing the different colored paper.
"They have every shade of pink and purple." Ginny commented.
"Lavender, periwinkle, mint green. I wonder if they have a cherry red?" She moved over to the darker colors. Luna was over by the pens, picking between a large lion head pen and an orange and red monstrosity. Ginny decided not to ask.
Her phone rang, telling them that Neville was at the mall now, having finished work a bit early. Luna paid for both the lion and the orange pen and Ginny got a package of cherry red paper and pens to match. The two made it out of the shop and to the food court.
"What do you have there?" Ginny asked when she saw a blushing Neville reading some kind of card.
"One of my students gave it to me as I was leaving." Neville mumbled, trying to fold the card up and hide it from her. Too late. She had the card in her hand before he could blink.
"My dearest Mr. Longbottom? Is she deranged?" Ginny asked offhandedly. Before realizing how her words could be heard.
"I meant the fact that she said dearest, not that she has a crush on a teacher. We all know that I am the last person to judge on that front." Luna and Neville shared a smile. Ginny had gotten into a pickle with one of their teachers during school because of a crush.
"Come on, let's get some food and you can tell us all about the girl."
I imagine my own Ginny would be all, open mouth insert foot.
Mars
