Shenanigans

"Daisy Petals"


Ginny Weasley plucks a daisy off the ground, staring at the petals.

She is fifteen and more miserable than she has ever been in her entire life.

She twirls the daisy around in her fingers idly.

She picks a petal off the flower.

He loves me.

She picks another one off.

He loves me not.

Another.

He'll come back for me.

Another is plucked.

He'll never come back for me.

Shaking fingers hastily pluck another petal.

He'll live through this.

She quickly pulls another one off.

He'll die.

She pulls one off in anger.

He'll come back for me but then dump me because of post-traumatic stress disorder.

Another petal is viciously plucked.

He'll come back for me and tell me it's over.

She rips one off.

I'll do something ridiculous like go after Draco Malfoy to relieve my anger and we'll wind up falling into love or lust or something and have wild crazy sex.

And Ginny finds with sudden shock, that there are no petals left to pluck.

…and also that the latter option is strangely appealing, given the present circumstances.