"Now how the hell am I supposed to get back?" Ginny asked herself. "Where the hell am I?"
She knew that she had become stuck in the Great War and that she should scoot right away. But how? Wondering where the nearest sign of proper civilization was, she cautiously made her way towards a footpath at the edge of the hill but shrieked when she stumbled on a dead soldier. There were hundreds of them littering the sides of the dusty road.
"You'd better run as fast as you can," she heard a British accent say. "I'd hate to think what the krauts'll do to you if you're dressed in a sheer blue nightslip."
Ginny spun around because she hadn't expected anybody to be nearby. The place had just seemed so bare.
"Where's the closest town?" she demanded, panicked and shocked by the horrible sight along the road.
The British soldier chuckled in response. "Most of them have been raided by those damn krauts. Go home, sweetcheeks."
Ginny was confused as to why somebody would leave a portal lying around in the house without warning her.
"!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. It echoed through the hills.
"What a fresh mouth for a lady. Say, are you taller than I am?" The soldier asked in what seemed like a sad attempt to flirt with her.
"I'm afraid I am," Ginny muttered while stooping down to take a closer look at a headless corpse. She had Ron's height genes--five feet and nine and a half inches---and Fred's and George's cleverness.
"What on earth are you doing?" asked the soldier, rushing to her.
"Trying to make do so I don't get raped and killed and raped again while I find my way home. This one is a bit TOO tall." She moved to a corpse that looked relatively untouched. 'Must have been gassed, ' she thought.
"Turn around," Ginny demanded of the annoying soldier.
"Wh-what?" he asked.
"Turn around please. I'd like to change," she insisted while unbottoning the dead soldier's jacket.
Ginny dropped her nightslip in the middle of the footpath and then carefully strapped the helmet to her head but discovered that she had too much hair to be able to bunch it up atop her head so she would have to say goodbye to it.
"Damn, this one's been looted," she pointed out but shaking the gassed soldier's pack upside down. Nothing fell out. "Cut please?" She let her wavy red hair cascade down her back.
"Cut what?"
"My hair."
"How short?"
"Gee, I don't know. I'm trying to look like a damn soldier."
"Oh?... Oh! Okay."
When the British soldier was done being a hairdresser, he left Ginny looking like a female Ron after waking up with a red bird's nest on her head.
"Good enough," he said, watching Ginny place the helmet on her head. "But if you're meandering about all alone dressed as a Belgian soldier, the krauts'll kill you."
"Only if they spot me. See, it's hard to hide a whole regiment. But it's easy to hide one soldier. Make sense?"
"You'll probably be needing this," he said, handing Ginny a revolver.
"Oh, I was about to take one off-"
"I checked most of bodies. Their equiptment's already been swiped."
"Thank you," Ginny said, taking the revolver from the kind British soldier.She had her wand tucked in her new pair of ill-fitting pants but the revolver was good to have too.
"Good luck!" he yelled to her, waving. He watched as Ginny vanished over the hill.
She knew that she had become stuck in the Great War and that she should scoot right away. But how? Wondering where the nearest sign of proper civilization was, she cautiously made her way towards a footpath at the edge of the hill but shrieked when she stumbled on a dead soldier. There were hundreds of them littering the sides of the dusty road.
"You'd better run as fast as you can," she heard a British accent say. "I'd hate to think what the krauts'll do to you if you're dressed in a sheer blue nightslip."
Ginny spun around because she hadn't expected anybody to be nearby. The place had just seemed so bare.
"Where's the closest town?" she demanded, panicked and shocked by the horrible sight along the road.
The British soldier chuckled in response. "Most of them have been raided by those damn krauts. Go home, sweetcheeks."
Ginny was confused as to why somebody would leave a portal lying around in the house without warning her.
"!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. It echoed through the hills.
"What a fresh mouth for a lady. Say, are you taller than I am?" The soldier asked in what seemed like a sad attempt to flirt with her.
"I'm afraid I am," Ginny muttered while stooping down to take a closer look at a headless corpse. She had Ron's height genes--five feet and nine and a half inches---and Fred's and George's cleverness.
"What on earth are you doing?" asked the soldier, rushing to her.
"Trying to make do so I don't get raped and killed and raped again while I find my way home. This one is a bit TOO tall." She moved to a corpse that looked relatively untouched. 'Must have been gassed, ' she thought.
"Turn around," Ginny demanded of the annoying soldier.
"Wh-what?" he asked.
"Turn around please. I'd like to change," she insisted while unbottoning the dead soldier's jacket.
Ginny dropped her nightslip in the middle of the footpath and then carefully strapped the helmet to her head but discovered that she had too much hair to be able to bunch it up atop her head so she would have to say goodbye to it.
"Damn, this one's been looted," she pointed out but shaking the gassed soldier's pack upside down. Nothing fell out. "Cut please?" She let her wavy red hair cascade down her back.
"Cut what?"
"My hair."
"How short?"
"Gee, I don't know. I'm trying to look like a damn soldier."
"Oh?... Oh! Okay."
When the British soldier was done being a hairdresser, he left Ginny looking like a female Ron after waking up with a red bird's nest on her head.
"Good enough," he said, watching Ginny place the helmet on her head. "But if you're meandering about all alone dressed as a Belgian soldier, the krauts'll kill you."
"Only if they spot me. See, it's hard to hide a whole regiment. But it's easy to hide one soldier. Make sense?"
"You'll probably be needing this," he said, handing Ginny a revolver.
"Oh, I was about to take one off-"
"I checked most of bodies. Their equiptment's already been swiped."
"Thank you," Ginny said, taking the revolver from the kind British soldier.She had her wand tucked in her new pair of ill-fitting pants but the revolver was good to have too.
"Good luck!" he yelled to her, waving. He watched as Ginny vanished over the hill.