Ginny's P.O.V
I felt a bit bad for being mean to Nathaniel. He was only helping me out by rescuing me from the cherry-headed Castiel. But I had spoken, and I had done enough damage already. Whenever I spoke I did something stupid with my voice.
I was humiliated in class today because of my name – again. Not because of the Ginny-not-Ginevra bit, but because of my middle name. There's this teacher who teaches English, who reads out our middle names when she's calling the register.
Ok, basically, when I was born, my mother had very long hair. Her hair went all the way nearly to her knees, because she had never ever cut it. I've never cut my hair either, and that's what she wanted to happen, so that I would have really long hair too – we both had red hair, too. Anyway, she wanted me to have long hair, so when I was born my middle name was Rapunzel. Well, it was actually my dad's idea but my mum was the one who started the long hair thing. So, the teacher (I think she was called Miss Green or something) calls out, "Ginevra Rapunzel Perkins?" everyone just bursts into laughter. I just folded my arms and looked down at my lap. I smelled a nice shampoo as someone leaned over their desk behind me and tapped my shoulder.
"I think it's nice," whispered Nathaniel, "It suits you."
I snorted, not looking at him. He was mental. Then again, so was I because I never spoke, remember?
I managed to keep my mouth shut this time and let them all the take the mickey. Maybe I was improving, getting back to the girl I used to be. Maybe I wouldn't have to worry anymore – I could keep my mouth shut without trying. That was how it used to be, until I lost my temper with Amber in my old school, and then that ruined everything.
I didn't speak when they laughed at me in class. I didn't speak at break time when they ran around me going, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your long hair," and I didn't speak when they pulled my hair. I didn't speak all day, and I was happy with myself. In fact, I was actually the most unhappy person ever because it wasn't my fault that I had to stay silent.
At the end of the day, when Nathaniel said goodbye to me and Castiel made some sexist remark, I didn't answer them. I ran outside, through the gates and down the road, through an alleyway and then I entered the woods. I went through it for a bit and came to the edge, where I could stand up on a hill and see for miles. I didn't plan on going home just yet.
Nathaniel's P.O.V
I watched Ginny running after I had said goodbye. I thought about following her. It was Friday, so I could do my homework later... and anyway, I didn't have to act like a good goody two-shoes all the time. I ran after her, hiding behind walls when she looked around. A few times I was scared she would catch me, but thankfully I was successful in following her all the way to one edge of the woods. I watched her sit down underneath a tree and get a book out to read. I tried to make out the title... Peter Pan in Scarlet. I had read that a long time ago, but I had forgotten what happened in it. It was clear to me that Ginny loved reading, because I saw her doing it all the time. That was one thing we had in common. We were also very quiet... well, she was damn near silent, forget quiet.
Around her, there were a lot of flowers growing. They were mostly bluebells because it was spring but there were wood cyclamen and tulips too. She obviously came here a lot.
After a while of just watching her read I saw her put the book away. I got ready to run in case she caught me, but it seemed that my hiding place (behind this massive rock covered in moss and shielded by trees) was a good one.
Ginny took a velvet cloth out of her bag and took a single white rose out of it. It looked like she had dried it, and it was very fragile. She then began to sing. My mouth dropped open at the sound of her singing voice – not just because she was speaking, but because she sang like an angel. All she needed was a long white gown and a pair of wings with a stained glass window behind her and she'd look the part.
She seemed to be singing to that rose. Perhaps it was somehow special to her. I tried to work out where the song was from, and then I remembered it was from Tangled, the Disney film about Rapunzel.
Flower, gleam and glow, Heal what has been hurt
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mine.
Change the fate's design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mine.
It sort of made me want to cry, because I remembered that it was the healing song Rapunzel used to sing and her long golden hair started glowing. I knew that Ginny's middle name was Rapunzel, and her hair was unusually long, almost to her knees already. It seemed to glow orange as she sang. She sang it three times and then wrapped the rose back in its cloth, and put it in her bag.
Well, she caught me. I was walked behind her when she spun around suddenly and said, "Nathaniel, what the hell are you doing!?"
"You sing very nicely," I said, shrugging.
"Stay away from me," she said angrily, but before she could run I grabbed her arm. I had to show her that I loved her, and I was going to do it now.