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No Boundaries
Chapter 3
Virginia Weasely woke up nestled against something warm. This something also smelled good. Wait-what? Ginny opened her eyes, seeing nothing but a man in her brothers' old robes-and then she remembered the arrival of the stranger and healing him. 'Must've fallen asleep here. Wonder when he'll wake up?' she wondered to herself as she slipped quietly out of her room so as not to wake the stranger. The Muggle clock that Hermione had given her a few years ago read seven fifty-eight. Yawning, she headed into the kitchen to fix herself breakfast.
Just as she was finishing her breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and milk; a brown owl tapped on her kitchen window with a copy of the Daily Prophet. After paying the owl, she set the paper down on the counter to read later. With a flick of her wand, the dished were being washed. She then decided to go see how her 'guest' was doing.
He was conscious and sleeping, but Ginny decided to wait and she if he woke up on his own accord later. She had no doubt that he would because eventually he'd get hungry. It was something she'd figured out during the war. No matter how bad or painful the injuries were, the men always woke up at least once a day to eat. She found it rather amusing and became pretty good at estimating who would wake up when. She figured this one would wake up sometime between noon and three, which gave her a few hours of down time.
At eleven, Gin was bored out of her mind. She couldn't exactly go anywhere, so she decided to get a start on her summer homework. Her book and things were in her room, so she tiptoed into her room and quietly began to gather a few of her books.
"There's no need to be so quiet, I'm away you know," drawled a voice.
Ginny jumped in surprise and dropped a few of her books, but fortunately managed to hold onto the ink. She picked up her books and placed them on her desk before turning towards the stranger. "Well, I'm glad you're up, although I predicted you wouldn't wake up for at least another hour."
The man smirked, "I'm unpredictable."
"Did you wake up because you were hungry, I presume?"
"No."
For the second time, her predictions were incorrect, "Well then why did you wake up?"
"Well, I kind of had to pee."
"Oh, I see. Well now that you're up, let me treat your wounds again, okay?"
"It's not like I really have a choice."
She chose to ignore him as she gathered the various ointments and potions. Half an hour and a migraine later, his wounds had been cleaned- during which he'd shown no emotion whatsoever. Thus, the silence affectively gave Ginny a migraine-well, that and the smells of the medicines. They stink, they really do.
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No Boundaries
Chapter 3
Virginia Weasely woke up nestled against something warm. This something also smelled good. Wait-what? Ginny opened her eyes, seeing nothing but a man in her brothers' old robes-and then she remembered the arrival of the stranger and healing him. 'Must've fallen asleep here. Wonder when he'll wake up?' she wondered to herself as she slipped quietly out of her room so as not to wake the stranger. The Muggle clock that Hermione had given her a few years ago read seven fifty-eight. Yawning, she headed into the kitchen to fix herself breakfast.
Just as she was finishing her breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and milk; a brown owl tapped on her kitchen window with a copy of the Daily Prophet. After paying the owl, she set the paper down on the counter to read later. With a flick of her wand, the dished were being washed. She then decided to go see how her 'guest' was doing.
He was conscious and sleeping, but Ginny decided to wait and she if he woke up on his own accord later. She had no doubt that he would because eventually he'd get hungry. It was something she'd figured out during the war. No matter how bad or painful the injuries were, the men always woke up at least once a day to eat. She found it rather amusing and became pretty good at estimating who would wake up when. She figured this one would wake up sometime between noon and three, which gave her a few hours of down time.
At eleven, Gin was bored out of her mind. She couldn't exactly go anywhere, so she decided to get a start on her summer homework. Her book and things were in her room, so she tiptoed into her room and quietly began to gather a few of her books.
"There's no need to be so quiet, I'm away you know," drawled a voice.
Ginny jumped in surprise and dropped a few of her books, but fortunately managed to hold onto the ink. She picked up her books and placed them on her desk before turning towards the stranger. "Well, I'm glad you're up, although I predicted you wouldn't wake up for at least another hour."
The man smirked, "I'm unpredictable."
"Did you wake up because you were hungry, I presume?"
"No."
For the second time, her predictions were incorrect, "Well then why did you wake up?"
"Well, I kind of had to pee."
"Oh, I see. Well now that you're up, let me treat your wounds again, okay?"
"It's not like I really have a choice."
She chose to ignore him as she gathered the various ointments and potions. Half an hour and a migraine later, his wounds had been cleaned- during which he'd shown no emotion whatsoever. Thus, the silence affectively gave Ginny a migraine-well, that and the smells of the medicines. They stink, they really do.
A/N: Please review!!!