Griffin Mill: No stars, just talent.
~The Player
Resources: Harry Potter Lexicon helped me out a great deal with dates and such.
Idea: Came from Aviatrix who insisted I do a 'character study' on Ginny.
For: Aviatrix! This is for you, dahling! Do enjoy it. It's as short as I can manage.. ;)
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She was born on a cool March day. The nineteenth they always say. With curly brassy hair and they always said it reminded them of a promise ring. They weren't so sure why. Her brothers came in and smiled at the little girl with her tiny hands and tiny feet.
They looked down upon her and the eldest scooped her up: "You shall always be my little Ginny," he whispered.
She grew up and no one ever noticed her. She will forever remain their little Ginny.
There was a naive quality about her that was becoming and not practical. A coldness about her that was sharp and not unnecessary. She was gregarious and unruly and no one ever noticed. They said she was 'sweet' and 'tiny' and 'docile.' But she wasn't...not really.
She had a heart of stone and more so after the Chamber. She had a ruby bracelet that was her Grandmother Faye's. Faye was a silly woman. Faye was bold and she made her husband cook the meals. Faye was brassy, Faye knew what she wanted.
"Michael" She yelled. "It's over."
"Ginny," he called back, "not yet."
And it wasn't.
Not yet.
For even if she was brassy and rude at times she was not coldhearted and she really did love Michael. For he was but a boy and she was but a girl. And they were just in love.
She lived for a long time. Perhaps because she was young and vibrant for as long as anyone can ever imagine. She was always their little Ginny. She baked cornbread on a stove and butter melted over it and she took small sips of warm vanilla tea. The lady always smelled of lilac and tangy salad dressing.
She loved those shoes. Sneakers with thick jade laces that were always knotted. Written on the edge, silly things like 'Michael + Ginny = True Love' and 'I love Charms' and 'Owl me' random dates were written on the shoes.
December 15th--'95
April 21st--'97~
October 2nd--'94*
She lived in the comfort of the burrow for a very long time and moved out somewhere around eighteen. Said she needed to frolic for a bit, said she needed to be where she wanted when she wanted with whom she wanted. Said she would never ever have to answer to anyone again.
Ah. To be young again.
Then she came back for she was a lost soul, now.
These times were over and everything is, as she'd say it, "horridly stable" and "terribly uninteresting." For there is no dancing in the rain and playing tricks on the old folk--for she is one now. There is no eating but not hunting, and no buying without paying anymore. There isn't the rush out of drinking rum-ed up pumpkin juice anymore now that's she's legal. She doesn't play poker with the boys anymore--she's grown out of it. Like she's grown out of everything...except...
She'll always be their little Ginny.
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