Painter Song – Ginny
Ginny moved to New York and got a job at a theatre. At first she was just an assistant to an assistant to the Assistant Director, but she stuck around. It took her five years, but she was the Assistant Director now herself and really enjoyed her job. It was only a matter of time before she became Director. The man she worked under now was already talking about adding a second stage, a second stage meant a second team, a team that would need its own lead, and she was in line for it.
She rarely used magic anymore, but she always kept her wand with her. She had kept up with the news and heard about the defeat of Voldemort. She knew that Harry was all but a god in England now, but she found very few witches or wizards in America knew who he was, much less that they were supposed to worship him. The American wizarding population was much more blended with the muggles and she liked it that way.
Currently, she was in her flat, sorry, apartment, with her best friend, one of the actresses that frequently worked with her company. Kailey was currently raving about this man she had just met. She had a date on Friday and was already stressing over what to wear, even though it was only Tuesday. Ginny just listened patiently. She found her friends dating life rather amusing. Kailey was always going out with someone and it was always the one. For someone that had so much control over her professional life, Kailey had absolutely none over her personal one.
After Kailey decided to head home, Ginny found herself staring at a painting on her wall. It was just a copy, but it was a copy of Van Gogh's "Starry Night." She sighed. She wished she could paint. If she could, she knew she would paint a portrait of Draco as she remembered him. She would pain him with his arms around her.
She knew it sounded pathetic, but if that was the only way she could be with him…
It had been six years since she had seen him, seven since she had spoken to him. She had asked him to come with her, but he had never showed. She had been awake all night. She had waited until noon. He never showed. She missed him.
She knew it was ridiculous to be so horribly and completely in love with someone so far in the past, but she was. She just wished she had a picture of him, of them together. She wished she was a painter. She wished she could climb inside Van Gogh's swirling skies. She wondered where Draco was.