Note: This fic is getting sadder and sadder every time and I just can't stop it!! Thanks to Bridgie for her nice review.
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It's after midnight and I'm sitting in the common room like we always used to. But it's damn cold without you.
I got your letter today at breakfast. I remember being thrilled about it and I just had to open it right then and there. Oh, I just wish I hadn't. Reading about you going to Belgium made me feel sick and I ran to the toilette and vomited. That's so not like me!
Of course Ron saw me running out of the great hall and followed me. I really appreciated that he was there to calm me down but after I felt a bit better he said that I had to give him your letter. I told him that it was none of his business and that made him angry, no furious.
He shouted at me and said that I should stop being a silly little girl. You know how much I hated being called a little girl. So I just went off, hiding in the owlery.
I know that he just wants to protect me, but that's so not what I want, need, right now.
How are you? When will you be going to Belgium? They can't do that, can they? I mean they are forcing you to be a soldier but you were never one to fight! I just can't imagine you being a soldier in the war. You are such a loving, caring person, you aren't a fighter!
Damn, I'm getting nauseous again.
You talked about family and a normal future and I want you to know that I hope that you'll get that one day. When the war is over, everything will turn out fine, I'm sure.
Sorry that it's so short.
Love,
Ginny
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No questions asked, author is about to cry. (Can you picture Ginny sitting in the dark common room, writing this letter?!)
PLEASE R&R!!!!!
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It's after midnight and I'm sitting in the common room like we always used to. But it's damn cold without you.
I got your letter today at breakfast. I remember being thrilled about it and I just had to open it right then and there. Oh, I just wish I hadn't. Reading about you going to Belgium made me feel sick and I ran to the toilette and vomited. That's so not like me!
Of course Ron saw me running out of the great hall and followed me. I really appreciated that he was there to calm me down but after I felt a bit better he said that I had to give him your letter. I told him that it was none of his business and that made him angry, no furious.
He shouted at me and said that I should stop being a silly little girl. You know how much I hated being called a little girl. So I just went off, hiding in the owlery.
I know that he just wants to protect me, but that's so not what I want, need, right now.
How are you? When will you be going to Belgium? They can't do that, can they? I mean they are forcing you to be a soldier but you were never one to fight! I just can't imagine you being a soldier in the war. You are such a loving, caring person, you aren't a fighter!
Damn, I'm getting nauseous again.
You talked about family and a normal future and I want you to know that I hope that you'll get that one day. When the war is over, everything will turn out fine, I'm sure.
Sorry that it's so short.
Love,
Ginny
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No questions asked, author is about to cry. (Can you picture Ginny sitting in the dark common room, writing this letter?!)
PLEASE R&R!!!!!
