Written for the "Weekly Family Challenge", week two.
Character: Ginny Weasley
Prompt: Trench Coat
Word Count: 362
Ginevra didn't know any other way to go on with her life.
Every single day of every single year that she'd been alive, she'd had to follow in her brother's footsteps. And she was sick of it.
"Ginny, your brother is head boy! You will be sleeping in that room one year."
"Ginny, play Quidditch with us! We have to train you if you'll take my place as captain one year."
"Ginny, look at my shiny Prefect badge! Try it on and get used to it, it will be yours one day."
"Ginny, you better stop playing and get used to studying if you will be as smart as I one day."
"Ginny, let us teach you some of our tricks! You'll need them when you work for us in our shop one day."
"Ginny, leave my friends alone, you better get used to them if you want your own one day."
She was continuously drowned in the shadows of greatness - even when she wasn't being overshadowed by her brothers, she was held up on the pedestal that her parents had been building since her eldest brother was born.
Now, she was doing to take a sledgehammer to that pedestal.
She shuffled through her closet, tearing down every item of clothing - every bright color meant nothing to her anymore. The bright colors that symbolized purity, youth, beauty - everything was gone. Besides one. She snatched the coat that had been hidden in the back of her closet for years. She shrugged on the black coat; it was a stark contrast to every other item that was now thrown on the ground, but a perfect match to her all black attire, along with the ink staining her forearm. She smirked as she slammed the door to the front of her old home, spending a spell behind her.
Ginevra was going to make a name for herself. Her brothers each had their own names - the eldest, the dangerous one, the smart one, the jokesters, the hero…
Ginevra left her old life behind with the crackles of a blaze that echoed through the night along with the residual flapping of a trench coat.
