Ginny laughed softly, in her summer she'd given Ron a run for his
money. She's bought a muggle make-up kit, hiding the flaws in her nearly
perfect completion; her long hair had slowly highlighted itself and was now
a strawberry-blonde colour. Her large oval-shaped brown eyes made her look
as though she were the most innocent being on earth, muggle world or
Wizard. And, she wasn't waiting around for Harry any longer.
Near the beginning of the proceeding year she'd decided that the crush was silly. There was no way that she a Weasley would actually obtain The-Boy-Who-Lived. at the time that had just made him seem more irresistible, but now she'd realized how extremely self-centered and mentally needy he was, so whiny as well. Now, she shuttered at the thought of idolizing him as she did then.
Her laugh had become her trademark it sounded so sweet, again, innocent, tinkley but. real. No other girl could obtain that.
.fake laugh. Ginny smiled, but it wasn't real. Were all boys at this school so shallow? Guys that never had any interest in her were now dying to date her. The ones she wanted to date Ron forbade or had some odd gossip about. So Ginny filled the air with her tinkley laugh, wishing someone would save her.
~*~
It made him sick.
So sweet, innocent, perfect as it filled the great hall. It made him want to vomit. All over the 'perfect' being that spat it out, even Slytherins wouldn't shut up about her. The Weasley Girl. He'd filled his life with it, fake happiness, satisfaction, now he watched her silently. A Weasley going through the Hell he was ironic, but it takes someone in that kind of pain to hear it in that laugh.
Depression in her smiles.
Near the beginning of the proceeding year she'd decided that the crush was silly. There was no way that she a Weasley would actually obtain The-Boy-Who-Lived. at the time that had just made him seem more irresistible, but now she'd realized how extremely self-centered and mentally needy he was, so whiny as well. Now, she shuttered at the thought of idolizing him as she did then.
Her laugh had become her trademark it sounded so sweet, again, innocent, tinkley but. real. No other girl could obtain that.
.fake laugh. Ginny smiled, but it wasn't real. Were all boys at this school so shallow? Guys that never had any interest in her were now dying to date her. The ones she wanted to date Ron forbade or had some odd gossip about. So Ginny filled the air with her tinkley laugh, wishing someone would save her.
~*~
It made him sick.
So sweet, innocent, perfect as it filled the great hall. It made him want to vomit. All over the 'perfect' being that spat it out, even Slytherins wouldn't shut up about her. The Weasley Girl. He'd filled his life with it, fake happiness, satisfaction, now he watched her silently. A Weasley going through the Hell he was ironic, but it takes someone in that kind of pain to hear it in that laugh.
Depression in her smiles.