Imaginary
By Mara McCuniff
"in my field of paper flowers
and candy clouds of lullaby
i lie inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me..."
Chapter Four: Mother Daughter Chat
Ginny walked into the kitchen at The Burrow, breathing in the heavenly scent of her mothers cooking. She surveyed her mother who was standing with her back to Ginny, stirring something in a large pot.
"I thought I told you to stay out of here, I don't want to confuse my wand with one of those fake ones of yours..." She began, obviously thinking she was yelling at one of the twins.
"Didn't know I wasn't welcome." Ginny said. Her mother stopped in mid-scentece, turning around slowly to look at her daughter.
"Oh Ginny," Her mother said, her voice choked with emotion. She quickly stepped away from the pot, ignoring the froth that was spilling over the sides. Ginny's mother made her way quickly to her daughter pulling her into a tight hug.
"Nice to see you Mrs. Weasley." Ginny said laughing against her tears.
"Oh, Ginny..."
~*~*~*~
Ginny lay on the couch as Mrs. Weasley paced in front of her. Ginny's eye twitched as she watched her mother go back and forth, back and forth...
"I believe you." Mrs. Weasley said finally stopping and looking her daughter in the eye. "How could I not? With all that's been happening at the Ministry..."
"Oh god," Ginny said, finally breathing easier. "I'm so glad you do. I know Ron does, he said so on the way over."
Ron had talked her ear off on the way back to The Burrow. She had finally had to smack him to get him to shut up. He kept going on and on about how him, Harry and Hermione had been disscussing it ever since she had been commited. He was bringing Harry and Hermione over tonight, so they could go over an idea they all had...
"Well," Mrs. Weasley said, staring at her daughter, her eyes glistening with tears. "I'm happy your home, and next year..."
"I'm not going back there." Ginny said sitting up. She stared at her mother wide-eyed. "They all think I'm barking..."
"Who cares what they think?"
"I do." Ginny said, her eyes narrowed as they had on Harry that night. "I couldn't live with them all bad mouthing me behind my back, giving me those strange looks..and the whispering..the god forsaken whispering..."
"Alright," Mrs. Weasley said holding up a hand. "We'll discuss it later, why don't you go up and shower, then Harry, Hermione and Ron should be here, we can all have dinner then you can go ahead and make plans..."
Ginny bolted up from the couch and was up the stairs in a matter of minuets.
By Mara McCuniff
"in my field of paper flowers
and candy clouds of lullaby
i lie inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me..."
Chapter Four: Mother Daughter Chat
Ginny walked into the kitchen at The Burrow, breathing in the heavenly scent of her mothers cooking. She surveyed her mother who was standing with her back to Ginny, stirring something in a large pot.
"I thought I told you to stay out of here, I don't want to confuse my wand with one of those fake ones of yours..." She began, obviously thinking she was yelling at one of the twins.
"Didn't know I wasn't welcome." Ginny said. Her mother stopped in mid-scentece, turning around slowly to look at her daughter.
"Oh Ginny," Her mother said, her voice choked with emotion. She quickly stepped away from the pot, ignoring the froth that was spilling over the sides. Ginny's mother made her way quickly to her daughter pulling her into a tight hug.
"Nice to see you Mrs. Weasley." Ginny said laughing against her tears.
"Oh, Ginny..."
~*~*~*~
Ginny lay on the couch as Mrs. Weasley paced in front of her. Ginny's eye twitched as she watched her mother go back and forth, back and forth...
"I believe you." Mrs. Weasley said finally stopping and looking her daughter in the eye. "How could I not? With all that's been happening at the Ministry..."
"Oh god," Ginny said, finally breathing easier. "I'm so glad you do. I know Ron does, he said so on the way over."
Ron had talked her ear off on the way back to The Burrow. She had finally had to smack him to get him to shut up. He kept going on and on about how him, Harry and Hermione had been disscussing it ever since she had been commited. He was bringing Harry and Hermione over tonight, so they could go over an idea they all had...
"Well," Mrs. Weasley said, staring at her daughter, her eyes glistening with tears. "I'm happy your home, and next year..."
"I'm not going back there." Ginny said sitting up. She stared at her mother wide-eyed. "They all think I'm barking..."
"Who cares what they think?"
"I do." Ginny said, her eyes narrowed as they had on Harry that night. "I couldn't live with them all bad mouthing me behind my back, giving me those strange looks..and the whispering..the god forsaken whispering..."
"Alright," Mrs. Weasley said holding up a hand. "We'll discuss it later, why don't you go up and shower, then Harry, Hermione and Ron should be here, we can all have dinner then you can go ahead and make plans..."
Ginny bolted up from the couch and was up the stairs in a matter of minuets.