"VIRGINIA ANNE WEASLEY!!! What have you done to your beautiful face?!?
Why did you have to mutilate yourself?!? Go to your room and think of what
you've done!!!"
Ginny flinched and went to her room after handing a single shopping bag to
her mom.
"So I guess she didn't take it well."
"You heard?"
"Honey, the whole town heard. But don't let it get to you. I think it looks great!"
"I do too but I feel bad for disobeying them."
"Oh well, they'll get over it. All parents do. You need to clean them now."
Ginny cleaned her belly-button and eyebrow with some stuff the people at the place had given her.
*** Mrs. Weasley watched the back of her youngest child retreat up the stairs. She shook her head and looked down at the bag in her hands. There were two small packages, one labeled 'mum' and the other labeled 'dad'. She took out the one for her and examined it. It was wrapped in simple brown paper and there was a note attached.
Mum, I'm so sorry you wouldn't even believe it and I know that it doesn't make up for what I did, but here. I hope you like it. Ginny
She set down the note and slowly opened the package. Inside was a ring. It was silver and delicately made. She realized it was a Claddagh and smiled.
*flashback*
She was in the kitchen cooking. She had taken off her rings because she was kneading some dough and little five year-old Ginny was sitting at the table playing with dolls. Ginny got up and walked over to her mother. She picked up a ring and asked in a small voice, "Mummy, what's this?"
Molly took it from her and smiled at her. "It's a Claddagh ring. It was your grandmothers. She died before you were born. This is all I have left of her."
"What does it mean?"
"The heart in the middle means love. The hands holding it mean friendship, and the crown on top means loyalty. It's Irish."
Ginny nodded and said, "Can I play with it?"
"Yes," she said a little reluctantly, "But keep it on the table."
Ginny played nicely and didn't lose the ring but when she went to set it on the counter, she tripped and fell and the ring went flying out the window.
She had cried for hours while they searched but they never found it. T had apparently sunk into a deep mud puddle.
Molly tried to console her but she couldn't.
"But you said it was all you had left of grandmother and I lost it!" she wailed.
"Well I was Wrong. I still have one thing left of her."
"What?"
"You. You look just like her. And you are the only one out of all my children that got her eyes."
Ginny looked at her. She was right. Molly had brown eyes, Arthur had blue eyes, and all her brothers had either their mother's or father's eyes while Ginny had beautiful pale green eyes that contrasted with her hair.
A bond had formed there between the two of them that could only form between a mother and her only daughter.
*end flashback*
A tear rolled down her cheek. This was almost an exact replica of the one she had lost, the heart was green and the crown was gold, while the rest of the ring was silver. She put it on and slowly made her way up the stairs.
A/N- I don't know why I put all that but there had to be a fond childhood memory and a mushy bond and a special significance to the gift. Next chappy, they're goin 2 skool so ill throw in a touch of romance. C U soon!
"So I guess she didn't take it well."
"You heard?"
"Honey, the whole town heard. But don't let it get to you. I think it looks great!"
"I do too but I feel bad for disobeying them."
"Oh well, they'll get over it. All parents do. You need to clean them now."
Ginny cleaned her belly-button and eyebrow with some stuff the people at the place had given her.
*** Mrs. Weasley watched the back of her youngest child retreat up the stairs. She shook her head and looked down at the bag in her hands. There were two small packages, one labeled 'mum' and the other labeled 'dad'. She took out the one for her and examined it. It was wrapped in simple brown paper and there was a note attached.
Mum, I'm so sorry you wouldn't even believe it and I know that it doesn't make up for what I did, but here. I hope you like it. Ginny
She set down the note and slowly opened the package. Inside was a ring. It was silver and delicately made. She realized it was a Claddagh and smiled.
*flashback*
She was in the kitchen cooking. She had taken off her rings because she was kneading some dough and little five year-old Ginny was sitting at the table playing with dolls. Ginny got up and walked over to her mother. She picked up a ring and asked in a small voice, "Mummy, what's this?"
Molly took it from her and smiled at her. "It's a Claddagh ring. It was your grandmothers. She died before you were born. This is all I have left of her."
"What does it mean?"
"The heart in the middle means love. The hands holding it mean friendship, and the crown on top means loyalty. It's Irish."
Ginny nodded and said, "Can I play with it?"
"Yes," she said a little reluctantly, "But keep it on the table."
Ginny played nicely and didn't lose the ring but when she went to set it on the counter, she tripped and fell and the ring went flying out the window.
She had cried for hours while they searched but they never found it. T had apparently sunk into a deep mud puddle.
Molly tried to console her but she couldn't.
"But you said it was all you had left of grandmother and I lost it!" she wailed.
"Well I was Wrong. I still have one thing left of her."
"What?"
"You. You look just like her. And you are the only one out of all my children that got her eyes."
Ginny looked at her. She was right. Molly had brown eyes, Arthur had blue eyes, and all her brothers had either their mother's or father's eyes while Ginny had beautiful pale green eyes that contrasted with her hair.
A bond had formed there between the two of them that could only form between a mother and her only daughter.
*end flashback*
A tear rolled down her cheek. This was almost an exact replica of the one she had lost, the heart was green and the crown was gold, while the rest of the ring was silver. She put it on and slowly made her way up the stairs.
A/N- I don't know why I put all that but there had to be a fond childhood memory and a mushy bond and a special significance to the gift. Next chappy, they're goin 2 skool so ill throw in a touch of romance. C U soon!