Ginny doesn't make wishes.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I'm not getting paid for this.
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Wishes
"It's 11:11." Ginny was sitting in the train compartment with Luna Lovegood at the end of her third year, the peaceful silence of the dim room finally broken. She was staring pensively out the window, trying to look like someone who shouldn't be bothered. Unfortunately, Luna was oblivious to these sorts of signs, and she interrupted Ginny's thoughts of a raven haired, green eyed beauty. "It's 11:11," Luna said again. Ginny knew what time it was. She didn't need a strange, dreamy, crinkly haired girl to tell her that. After a pause, Luna finished her thought. "What should I wish for?" Ginny sighed and answered, "Don't wish for true love. It'll turn out one-sided and you'll find your love snogging Draco Malfoy in an empty classroom." Luna stared at Ginny blankly for a moment and then replied. "How about a noncommittal snog?" she said, as if it was the most normal thing to ask your female friend to snog you. Strangely, Ginny found herself accepting the offer, and slowly, raven hair became dirty blonde, green eyes became glazed and far-off, and beauty intensified.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I'm not getting paid for this.
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Wishes
"It's 11:11." Ginny was sitting in the train compartment with Luna Lovegood at the end of her third year, the peaceful silence of the dim room finally broken. She was staring pensively out the window, trying to look like someone who shouldn't be bothered. Unfortunately, Luna was oblivious to these sorts of signs, and she interrupted Ginny's thoughts of a raven haired, green eyed beauty. "It's 11:11," Luna said again. Ginny knew what time it was. She didn't need a strange, dreamy, crinkly haired girl to tell her that. After a pause, Luna finished her thought. "What should I wish for?" Ginny sighed and answered, "Don't wish for true love. It'll turn out one-sided and you'll find your love snogging Draco Malfoy in an empty classroom." Luna stared at Ginny blankly for a moment and then replied. "How about a noncommittal snog?" she said, as if it was the most normal thing to ask your female friend to snog you. Strangely, Ginny found herself accepting the offer, and slowly, raven hair became dirty blonde, green eyes became glazed and far-off, and beauty intensified.