Author: princecharmprincessswit
Title: Music of Memories, Chapter Two
Disclaimer: What you recognize is JK Rowling's, not is mine.
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-Five Yeas Later-
Ginny, now twenty-three, stared out the French windows, at the blue skies and the balcony. It was summer again. It has been five years since she had fallen in love with Blaise Zabini on the lakeside.
After their words of friendship, 'This was left,' she thought, 'me, alone in my workroom, and him in some glamorous part of the world.'
After Blaise's graduation, they had certainly exchanged letters, but they didn't know why those letters lessened and lessened until there were no more to be sent. When Blaise had graduated he immediately set about expanding further Zabini Internationals, the family business which was on its own immense. She had seen him multiple times on newspapers, declaring a deal officially, out on a date with a gorgeous model –the chit looking lovely in her slinky gown, and Blaise looking dashing in his dark suits, dragon-hide shoes, dark hair, blue eyes, and dazzling smile.
Still stuck in Hogwarts, Ginny made a mad dive at studying and having fun, and winning quidditch tournaments. She dated, all right, just to have fun.
When Ginny herself graduated, she went directly to France, to the best wozarding arts university, studying interior decorating. When she left England, she was sent off with hugs, kisses and love from her family, no sign of Blaise – probably is some cabin with some other chit. When she left France, she was sent off by friends and admirers and supporters and lovers, beaming, and having had the top grades and qualifications to be the best professional interior decorator on all of wizarding England.
She was welcomed by the press, her family, friends and admirers. She didn't see Blaise there, though. He was in some other land doing business.
She had made her own empire, Exquisite Taste Inc., eventually paying off her debts to her parents for her education, earning more than enough, furnishing the burrow as a Christmas gift, lavishing nieces and nephews with gifts.
Life was treating the 5'8'', blue-eyed, red-haired beauty very, very well. Publicity was no problem; she was the one asked by magazines, not the other way around.
She lived in a gloriously beautiful manor, Chalet Ricercato with sprawling grounds and baroque façade. She lived there with other tenants as well, often having an enjoyable meal or two with them in the comfortable kitchen. When she had spare time, she'd open up an unused room –one which was not prohibited from them, got out her wand and brushes and potions and paints, and brought the room slowly and painstakingly back to enchanting life.
A bird twittered on the balcony rail, snapping Ginny out of her thoughts. It was time for lunch now, might as well go out, she reasoned to herself. She stood up from her stuffed leather chair behind her desk, picked up her ice blue blazer with pale pink trimmings, matching her pants, heels and blouse, grabbed her bag and left the door. She opened the door and patted her hair, checking to see if it was still in place in the hasty chignon she put it in.
She stepped out of her mint green sanctuary, her office, and said "Jane, I'm off to lunch."
Jane, her secretary, a petite brunette with delicate features, smiled gaily at her "All right, Miss Weasley. You have an interview later with The Housekeepers' Tattlers, at three."
"Thank you, Jane."
With that, Ginny popped out to the street, heading to Florean Fortescue's for a nibble of sandwich and strawberries drowned in Mr. Fortescue's fresh cream. With a bounce in her step, she sailed down the street, unaware of the many pairs of admiring eyes as she passed. She ate her lunch under the umbrella at Fortescue's newly renovated-by-her porch, enjoying the summer weather.
She paid up and left, instead of walking back, just popped back to her office just for the heck of it and sailed past Jane's table letting her know she was present. When she closed the door to her sanctuary, feeling refreshed by the primrose yellow and mint green accents of the room, she signed papers, drew up sketches and colored until 3:00. She was seated in her chair, tidying things up when a knock sounded at her door.
Jane entered "Miss Weasley, Mrs, Grisham is here, from The Housekeeper's Tattler."
"Show her in, Jane."
When Mrs. Grisham entered, Ginny stood up and went round the table to kiss the lady's taut cheeks, pulled tight over her face.
"Mrs. Grisham, please, call me Ginerva," Ginny said smoothly, at once noticing the woman's haughty expression.
She knew exactly what this woman' type was. She had to be coddled and coaxed and impressed to make her have a good opinion of anyone. Ginny always knew how to asses each person, knew exactly how to treat them that the became known as "The Media's Sweetheart".
Two hours later, Mrs. Grisham came out of the room, a beaming smile stretched over her lips, and a firm belief that 'mint green is simply the color!' Ginny stood by the door, watching Mrs. Grisham with a hint of indulgence as Mrs. Grisham's girl (photographer for the Tattler) snapped photos of tall, languid Ginerva and beaming, haughty Mrs. Grisham in Ginerva's waiting room. Mrs. Grisham and the photographer left quite soon enough.
"Jane, I'm going home, make sure to lock up," Ginny said gently to the girl.
"Yes, of course, Miss Weasley," it was, after all, not unusual that Ginny would wish to go early.
Ginny flicked a glance to the offices of her assistants down the hall and apparated down the street. She gazed up at the façade of her building, Exquisite Taste Inc., feeling a flush of warm pride spread though her body. The white-washed building, with curling iron work did look exquisite.
Ginny soon sped up and about a corner, unaware of a pair of confused blue eyes following her movements and the body's owner turning the other direction.