1 A Modern-Day Cassandra
Summary: Ginny thinks about the difference between her brothers.
Rating: PG
Characters: Ginny
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is an absolute genius. Nothing and no one you recognise belongs to me.
As the oldest, Bill was the leader. No one questioned his right to be, not even Fred and George. Bill's always had this inner glow, like there would always be a spotlight on him. He's charismatic, good-looking, funny, and sweet. To this day, we tease him about the reputation he got at Hogwarts for being a heartbreaker, as the walls in the girls' bathrooms can testify to. He got good grades at Hogwarts, became Head Boy, and in short, was Mum and Dad's little angel.
Then all of a sudden, he turned into the family rebel. He grew out his hair, got weird clothes, and got an fang earring. Not that I didn't like it but still, what was going on? At first, I couldn't understand it. Bill's always been the perfect one, why all of a sudden did he want to change?
Then I got it. Bill hadn't turned into a rebel, he'd been a rebel all along, he'd just had to hide it because he didn't want to disappoint Mum and Dad. When he came home last summer, I finally got up the nerve to ask him if my idea was correct.
He'd looked startled, then he grinned. "Sometimes I think you know all of us better than we know ourselves," he'd remarked. Charlie overheard, and agreed wholeheartedly.
Charlie-he's always loved the outdoors. When I was little, I remember that it was all Mum could do was get him inside the house in time for dinner. He could never stand to see any animal in pain, and it was no surprise when his best subject turned out to be Care of Magical Creatures. He loved monsters, the more dangerous, the better as far as he was concerned.
No wonder he and Hagrid got along so well.
Mum has never liked the fact that Charlie loved monsters so much, and the entire family was shocked when Charlie told them that he was going to Romania to study dragons. I, however, wasn't.
After Charlie broke the news to Mum and Dad, he came up to my room and tweaked my hair. "Ginny, you remember when you said that I would always be the happiest when I was surrounded by monsters? Sure you're not another Cassandra?" Charlie teased.
My middle name is Cassandra, and it was a family joke that like the original Cassandra, I would make predictions, and no one would believe me. But they'd always come true. Percy was the one who noticed the unusual resemblance, and it's been a family in-joke ever since.
Percy-I feel sorry for him, I really do. No one seems to understand that the reason he's such a stickler for rules is the fact that he wants to protect us. All of us. The fact that the Ministry is refusing to admit that You-Know-Who's returned has put him between a rock and a hard place. But in the end, he'll side with us. I know he will. And it's not presumption, or blind faith, or naivete. I just know.
I also have a feeling that in the end, Percy'll loosen up a bit. And all the credit will have to go to Fred and George.
Fred and George-Lord, it is so hard to separate those names. Sometimes, it really does seem like they are one soul within two bodies. But most of the time, I can see the difference, even if most people can't. It's a running joke that even when Mum and Dad can't tell who's who, I always could, even from the back.
Fred is the impulsive one. He's the one who will get in the fights, the one who shoots off his mouth without thinking. He's also the most truthful, and sometimes I doubt whether he's even heard of a thing called tact.
George is the more considerate one. He knows the difference between malice and mischief, and I know that he's stopped Fred from playing a joke that would really hurt someone's feelings. He's a little quieter than Fred, and is also less impulsive.
Their absolute and complete devotion to each other is something that I have always admired. Castor and Pollux, I sometimes call them. However, Ron is the one whose birth sign is Gemini.
Ron is the most complicated of them all. He's naturally kind, but he also has a red-hot temper that can blind him to the difference between justice and vengenace. He's another one that has no clue about tact, as Hermione can tell you. He used to get peeved about the fact that I could always tell when he was lying. Ron never could learn how to lie convincingly.
He's a little resentful of the fact that he has so much to live up to. I'd always reassure him and tell him that he'd find that the saying 'last, but not least,' would come true in his case. It's never really bugged me as much that my brothers have done so much. One thing that he'll never be good at is hiding his feelings, especially his feelings about Hermione.
A really ironic fact is that my brothers have always thought that they were protecting me, when really, I was the one who protected them.
No, really.
I was always the one who would solve the problems between them, the one they'd come to for advice on girls, school, and life in general. I was the one that they'd come to when they wanted someone to explain to them why girls seemed to be playing these mind games with them sometimes. And I'd always say, "Sometimes? We play mind games all the time."
"O Mighty Cassandra, look into your crystal ball and tell us what the future holds." Fred and George would chant. I'd peer into their tea leaves and make outrageous predictions that would leave my brothers hysterical.
Still-no matter how much my brothers would joke about 'woman's intuition', I can see things. Cassandra's story is a tragedy. It's about a girl who had no say what happened to her life and was murdered. Ever since You-Know-Who returned, I'm going to make sure my fate won't be hers.
But right now, I can't think about the past or the future. All I can concentrate on is here and now. And maybe-maybe that's the way it'd ought to be.
Summary: Ginny thinks about the difference between her brothers.
Rating: PG
Characters: Ginny
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is an absolute genius. Nothing and no one you recognise belongs to me.
As the oldest, Bill was the leader. No one questioned his right to be, not even Fred and George. Bill's always had this inner glow, like there would always be a spotlight on him. He's charismatic, good-looking, funny, and sweet. To this day, we tease him about the reputation he got at Hogwarts for being a heartbreaker, as the walls in the girls' bathrooms can testify to. He got good grades at Hogwarts, became Head Boy, and in short, was Mum and Dad's little angel.
Then all of a sudden, he turned into the family rebel. He grew out his hair, got weird clothes, and got an fang earring. Not that I didn't like it but still, what was going on? At first, I couldn't understand it. Bill's always been the perfect one, why all of a sudden did he want to change?
Then I got it. Bill hadn't turned into a rebel, he'd been a rebel all along, he'd just had to hide it because he didn't want to disappoint Mum and Dad. When he came home last summer, I finally got up the nerve to ask him if my idea was correct.
He'd looked startled, then he grinned. "Sometimes I think you know all of us better than we know ourselves," he'd remarked. Charlie overheard, and agreed wholeheartedly.
Charlie-he's always loved the outdoors. When I was little, I remember that it was all Mum could do was get him inside the house in time for dinner. He could never stand to see any animal in pain, and it was no surprise when his best subject turned out to be Care of Magical Creatures. He loved monsters, the more dangerous, the better as far as he was concerned.
No wonder he and Hagrid got along so well.
Mum has never liked the fact that Charlie loved monsters so much, and the entire family was shocked when Charlie told them that he was going to Romania to study dragons. I, however, wasn't.
After Charlie broke the news to Mum and Dad, he came up to my room and tweaked my hair. "Ginny, you remember when you said that I would always be the happiest when I was surrounded by monsters? Sure you're not another Cassandra?" Charlie teased.
My middle name is Cassandra, and it was a family joke that like the original Cassandra, I would make predictions, and no one would believe me. But they'd always come true. Percy was the one who noticed the unusual resemblance, and it's been a family in-joke ever since.
Percy-I feel sorry for him, I really do. No one seems to understand that the reason he's such a stickler for rules is the fact that he wants to protect us. All of us. The fact that the Ministry is refusing to admit that You-Know-Who's returned has put him between a rock and a hard place. But in the end, he'll side with us. I know he will. And it's not presumption, or blind faith, or naivete. I just know.
I also have a feeling that in the end, Percy'll loosen up a bit. And all the credit will have to go to Fred and George.
Fred and George-Lord, it is so hard to separate those names. Sometimes, it really does seem like they are one soul within two bodies. But most of the time, I can see the difference, even if most people can't. It's a running joke that even when Mum and Dad can't tell who's who, I always could, even from the back.
Fred is the impulsive one. He's the one who will get in the fights, the one who shoots off his mouth without thinking. He's also the most truthful, and sometimes I doubt whether he's even heard of a thing called tact.
George is the more considerate one. He knows the difference between malice and mischief, and I know that he's stopped Fred from playing a joke that would really hurt someone's feelings. He's a little quieter than Fred, and is also less impulsive.
Their absolute and complete devotion to each other is something that I have always admired. Castor and Pollux, I sometimes call them. However, Ron is the one whose birth sign is Gemini.
Ron is the most complicated of them all. He's naturally kind, but he also has a red-hot temper that can blind him to the difference between justice and vengenace. He's another one that has no clue about tact, as Hermione can tell you. He used to get peeved about the fact that I could always tell when he was lying. Ron never could learn how to lie convincingly.
He's a little resentful of the fact that he has so much to live up to. I'd always reassure him and tell him that he'd find that the saying 'last, but not least,' would come true in his case. It's never really bugged me as much that my brothers have done so much. One thing that he'll never be good at is hiding his feelings, especially his feelings about Hermione.
A really ironic fact is that my brothers have always thought that they were protecting me, when really, I was the one who protected them.
No, really.
I was always the one who would solve the problems between them, the one they'd come to for advice on girls, school, and life in general. I was the one that they'd come to when they wanted someone to explain to them why girls seemed to be playing these mind games with them sometimes. And I'd always say, "Sometimes? We play mind games all the time."
"O Mighty Cassandra, look into your crystal ball and tell us what the future holds." Fred and George would chant. I'd peer into their tea leaves and make outrageous predictions that would leave my brothers hysterical.
Still-no matter how much my brothers would joke about 'woman's intuition', I can see things. Cassandra's story is a tragedy. It's about a girl who had no say what happened to her life and was murdered. Ever since You-Know-Who returned, I'm going to make sure my fate won't be hers.
But right now, I can't think about the past or the future. All I can concentrate on is here and now. And maybe-maybe that's the way it'd ought to be.