Erm, rude word ahead (not the 'c' word though. That's just naughty... the 'f' word!!)
Not sure if this is the acceptable rating for it – it's not excessive or anything... but anyway, you have been duly warned!

Sorry it's been a while – I've not been feeling too great (I had a bad headache for about 4 days which was making me feel really woozy!) and have also been rushed off my feet (not a good combination!) but anyway here it is...

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Ginny sat on her four poster bed later that night (somewhat smaller than the ones Blaise and Draco had) with the rich red and gold curtains pulled round, giving her some privacy.
She had almost finished the latest chapter of Robyn's tale (even though she wasn't due to 'lose it' until that Sunday), but instead of the usual euphoria she felt, there was a vague sense of unease. Something felt wrong and she just couldn't get her head around it; she'd tried to re-write the chapter several times but it just didn't sit right with her.

It was that bloody Malfoy messing up her head, she was sure of it. Making up all that rubbish just to win Chloe over. Ginny doubted very much that the Ferret had given up his table just for the sake of a couple of Gryffindors, even if his friend had apparently taken an interest in Chloe (at first she had thought that maybe Malfoy was interested in Chloe, which for some reason had worried Ginny a lot).

No, Malfoy was definitely up to something, along with his good friend Blaise Zabini by the sound of things.
She'd heard rumours of the two boys being 'exceptionally close' but she'd never really believed them – her brother Percy and her school friend Colin Creevey were gay; when she'd asked Colin about the gossip (just out of curiosity you understand), he'd replied quite simply "No, but don't I wish it were true!"

As she slouched on her bed, picking idly at the gold threads in the hangings, Ginny gave up on fixing the chapter and instead thought back to the strange happenings in the library.

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Ginny had been expecting snide remarks when Malfoy had walked up to them, but he had been extremely pleasant which made her suspicious. She was shocked to say the least when Malfoy had said that his best buddy was taking Chloe to Hogsmeade that weekend. She'd certainly kept that quiet.

But as Chloe had explained (after Malfoy had gone back to his table, waiting for them to join him because Chloe had agreed to it.), when you live in a community as small as the one her family had moved into, there was no need to tell anyone anything. You were either super secretive or people knew everything before you could blink.
As she'd asked 'Blaise' to Hogsmeade (and not the other way round!) in a public place, Chloe had assumed that everyone knew about it and they just weren't very interested.

When Ginny informed her that anyone who found out about it would be extremely interested, Chloe seemed surprised.
"I didn't realise it would be such a big deal. I guess it was pretty early and there weren't many people around, they were all still in the Great Hall I suppose…"

"Look, regardless of who knows and who doesn't - you agreed to go to Hogsmeade with Zabini. No – you asked him to go… Are you mad?" Ginny asked Chloe; she sounded confident in her outrage, despite feeling very unsure about the conversation that had just gone on with Malfoy.

Chloe frowned at her, and Ginny knew that her new friend was very disappointed in her behaviour. Although Malfoy was a giant prat, Ginny felt bad that Chloe wasn't happy. She hadn't wanted to make Chloe sad, but Ginny was genuinely worried about what might happen. After all, she didn't have too great a track record with Slytherins.

"Ginny, I know you said that you've never really got on well with the Slytherins, but are you sure that it's not because you just haven't given them a chance?"

"They don't deserve a chance." Ginny said in a small tone, sounding to herself a little like a petulant child and wondering if maybe she was over-reacting a little bit. (Oh my god I'm Ron…)

Chloe sighed. "You know that's not fair. If you really felt like that then you would be prejudiced, and I honestly don't think you're that sort of person or Maria wouldn't have spoken so highly about you.
Myself, I don't get all this extreme rivalry business between Gryffindor and Slytherin – I mean I can understand wanting to win the house cup and having pride in your team as such, and I think that's what the other two houses are like. But hating a whole group of people just because they got sorted into a house that produced a few bad guys? That's just ridiculous – why would Dumbledore keep the house going if they were all going to turn out rotten?"

"Well, ok – they aren't all as bad as Slytherin himself. I s'pose some of them might be ok."

"Wow – looks like we've got a breakthrough in class." Chloe giggled, looking a lot happier. "Gin, I'm really glad that we're friends and I think you're wonderful. Please can you just try and be happy for me? Blaise seemed like a perfect gentleman, well apart from being a huge flirt but I kinda like that about him! If I promise to keep my wits about me then will you lighten up a little?"

Completely unsure what she should do, Ginny stayed silent for a moment, thinking things over (and pulling faces while she thought, although she didn't realise she was doing so.)
"OK, I'll try to ease off. It's not really my place to tell you what to do anyway – I know I hate it when Ron tries to do that to me.
Plus, I guess I have let a past experience taint my views of that house somewhat. And yes, Malfoy did used to be a royal pain in the arse - but he was telling the truth when he said he hasn't really been bullying anyone this year. Maybe he finally grew up or something... Who knows?
I can't say I'll ever like Malfoy, but as I don't really know Zabini well enough to judge him I guess I'll have to trust your judgement. Just please promise to be careful?"

"Of course I will be. You can teach me a few defensive spells anyway if you want. They're always handy to know! Now come on – we've kept Draco waiting long enough."

Ginny let Chloe lead her back to the table, the two girls in reversed positions to when she had hauled them to get away from Malfoy in the first place. "Fine – but I'm not calling him Draco…"

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Throughout dinner, Ginny couldn't help but peek over at the Slytherin table every now and again. She had come in before Malfoy and Zabini; when the two boys walked in Malfoy was talking hurriedly, just before they sat down he had said something which made Zabini look over and scan the Gryffindor table until he spotted Chloe.

Chloe had waved at them and grinned when Zabini gave her a nod and a smile back. There were a few murmurs from her table and a couple of shocked looks from the Slytherin end (which were ignored by Zabini, Ginny felt sure that he'd 'evil glare' them into submission but he didn't seem to care…) but neither of the other two houses had really seemed to care that much. Luckily enough Ron, Harry and Hermione had been late for dinner and missed the whole thing – now there were some people who were really against the Slytherins – each and every one.

At one point, Malfoy caught Ginny looking at them. He'd raised an eyebrow and looked as if he were about to sneer at her, but instead he gave a barely perceptible nod and resumed eating (perfectly, as if he'd do anything less – he probably brought his own cutlery to dinner.) So Ginny tried to concentrate on her food and housemates a little more.

Maria and Neville were being 'cutesy'. Ginny was glad that she'd finally convinced Neville to take a chance on Maria; it had been obvious (to Ginny at least) that they would make a wonderful couple. Maria, being extremely boisterous, was likely to bring Neville out of his shell (but would never make him do anything he was uncomfortable with... although she may occasionally convince him that he actually wanted to do whatever it was he felt uncomfortable doing!) and Neville would give Maria all the love and attention she deserved - not because of her giant boobs, but for her loving and giving personality.

However happy Ginny felt for the couple, she kind of wished they were a little less open with their affections when they were sitting right next to her – who'd have thought that Neville would be happily sitting at dinner ignoring the food and snogging a girl... nobody, or so it would seem from ever increasing stares. Maybe looking at Malfoy had been preferable.

She turned to her other side and noticed Chloe was chatting happily to Colin, who was giving her tips on how to best pose for portraits and offering to take her picture for her. Ginny smiled, Colin adored photography and could talk for hours about the subject; at the moment he was rifling through a bag of photos to show Chloe some of his work.
He seemed to be searching for something important, she could hear him muttering but all she could see was his once mousy brown hair (which was now a very gorgeous honey-blond colour thanks to his little brother Dennis Creevey, who had decided he wanted to be a hairdresser... he claimed it was the very best way to get girls!)

"There… Make sure no-one else sees it though, I'm not meant to show this one around."

Ginny's ears perked up and she immediately said in a threatening tone. "Colin..."

She was greeted with a look of fake innocence from the photographic expert. "What, Ginny my dear?"

"Don't you 'my dear' me. Is that what I think it is?" Colin pulled an ever so slightly apologetic face when he saw Ginny's nostrils flare.

"Oh Ginny," Chloe gushed. "It's fantastic – I mean you're gorgeous anyway but this is truly awe-inspiring. Colin, it's like you've shown her personality as well as her physical self."

"Oh fuck off... Not you Chloe." The curse was in fact directed at the huge smirk residing on Colin's face.
The photo was of a nearly naked Ginny – Colin had begged and pleaded with her to pose for him. He needed pictures for his portfolio (he wanted to get a summer job as an intern with a very good photographic company, they only took on one person a year and had thousands of applications) but he couldn't get a woman to do life modelling for him; one of his male friends had agreed but apparently companies like to see portfolios with mixed gender pictures.

So, very reluctantly, Ginny had agreed to help out. She wasn't ashamed of her body exactly; it just was what it was. Nothing exciting - boobs, bum etc… she wasn't exactly amazingly toned or super-slim. While she felt ok with herself, she hadn't felt very comfortable with posing with no clothes on; despite Colin telling her she looked gorgeous. ("I bet you'll say that to all your models.")

So instead of a fully nude photo session, Colin had suggested that they snap some arty pictures with some sheer fabrics draped in all the right places. He said that the results had been breathtaking, but Ginny was very insecure about them (although a tiny little part of her felt incredibly brave and risqué and had a copy of them hidden at the bottom of her trunk.)

There was one picture in particular which Ginny had been forced to agree was an amazing piece of art. ("You must have worked your magic because it's ok. I don't hate that one...") In actual fact Colin hadn't changed the photo at all, he admitted to using some clever lighting but every photographer did that as basics.

The picture in question had been taken near the end of the session, Ginny had finally relaxed and was laughing at some joke Colin had made about Dennis begging to be let in on the session (held in a converted garage with a very big lock which was sold with inbuilt spells).
Colin hadn't missed the opportunity and had snapped away with his cameras (one muggle, one wizarding) as Ginny giggled.

In the still picture that Chloe was looking at, Ginny was lying on her back on an off-white sofa and had her head thrown back over the arm-rest, meaning that her neck was elongated. Her creamy white skin (which was only just discernable from the pale background) was covered by nothing more than her scattering of freckles and a few silk scarves in iridescent greens and metallic hues; some skimmed the curves of her breasts, and more wound round her legs and lay covering her hips - hiding the fact that Ginny had insisted on wearing her teeny tiny pants ("Honestly Gin, they're so small I doubt anyone could tell the difference").

The most striking part of the picture was her face and hair, her smile was beautiful and her eyes shone with unshed tears of laughter. Colin had told Ginny to take her hair down; because she had been wearing it in a bun all day there were kinks and waves, but he refused to let her spell it straight again.
In the picture it was streaming down the side of the white sofa, reflecting the different hues of light in the studio which made it gleam like a river of fire.

This was the picture which won Colin his internship, although the men in the panel liked the moving version almost as much (when Ginny laughed in that picture, the scarves slipped slightly, causing the viewer to wonder if they might see something that they weren't supposed to.)

"Please put it away Col… you know I only posed for you on the agreement you wouldn't show the pictures around."

Colin shrugged. "Sorry babe. I just thought you and Chloe were friends – I didn't think you'd mind."

Ginny gave him a look, she knew what he was trying to do and wasn't about to fall for it… "Chloe and I are friends, and while I don't really mind her seeing them – it's a bit embarrassing. But that's not really the issue at hand, you promised not to show them, regardless of whom to… and what the hell are you doing with those photos in your bag anyway? What if you got mugged or left your bag somewhere?"

Colin had assured her that he had all manner of protection on the pictures; anyone who looked at them without his personal permission would merely see a blank page and get their fingers stained purple for a week. This had calmed Ginny down somewhat and the rest of dinner passed in a happy chatter way.

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Ginny's reverie was broken by a loud voice saying. "Knock, knock…"

She quickly fixed the golden threads that had been subject to her fidgety fingers and pulled the curtain back. "Hey Maria, what's up?"

"Well, the ceiling is up… then the sky... Sorry, bad joke. Chloe and I were just a bit bored and I figured you'd had enough time skulking in here on your own."

"I was not skulking…" Checking quickly that their three other room mates were out of the room, Ginny told Maria that she'd been working on the latest chapter.

"Ooh, how's it going?"

"Not good – there's this whole scene where Matthew has captured Robyn and I just can't figure out where to go from there. I thought I had the story pretty much panned out but it all seems so childish now I think about it."

Chloe poked her head round the door just then and asked if Maria had got Ginny to think up something to do. When Maria said that Ginny needed some help with her story, Chloe came and sat on the edge of Maria's bed (the one next to Ginny's – Chloe's bed was on the other side of Maria's, in the corner) and offered whatever assistance she could give, assuring Ginny that she was now totally up to speed with the tale.

The three of them discussed what had happened so far - Robyn was being courted by Jonathan, a valiant young man who had just won his knight-ship. He was rather shy (although Maria said that some of the time he just seemed a bit distant) so the relationship between the two of them hadn't progressed very far.

There was a growing threat from a group of dark knights called Mort Subite who wanted to take over the kingdom. Jonathan and Matthew - another new knight with a very suspicious background – had undertaken the quest given to them by the king, to travel to the dark knight's camp (which was well hidden in the midst of a dark and dangerous forest surrounded by mountains), spy on the group and learn anything they could to help defeat them.

Robyn had joined them disguised as a squire (called Robin… as in all romance stories, the two men didn't figure it out), she had cut and dyed her hair so as not to be recognised, taken some of her older brother's clothes and strapped down her bosom.
Both of her parents had been killed by the Mort Subite several years ago and her brother was fighting in the war against the troll-like Cragmaws, so nobody had missed her and raised the alarm.
The trio had travelled far and overcome many obstacles to reach their destination, with 'Robin' solving their problems on more than one occasion.

However at the end of the last chapter, Matthew had discovered her identity when she had been bathing in the lake (the two young men were both supposed to be scouting out the camp and had told 'Robin' to stay behind) and had hauled her off to a nearby woodcutter's cottage, (one of many properties owned by the extremely wealthy young knight's family) where he had enchanted the house not to let her leave or others to enter.
Matthew told her that it was for her own good, but Robyn suspected that he was actually a member of the Mort Subite and was keeping her there so she couldn't warn Jonathan (who was still oblivious to everything).

That was where Ginny was stumped. Originally she was going to have Jonathan break the enchantments and rescue Robyn, foil Matthew's dastardly plan, save the day and win the girl. But now she felt that it all seemed a bit too simple and clichéd.

"Well why don't you have Matthew turn out to be a good guy but kind of like an anti hero? He can confess that he is actually also in love with Robyn and doesn't want her to get hurt which is why he imprisoned her, but in the end he lets her go free as he can't bear to be a captor to her...
You can still choose to have her end up with Jonathan if you like, but it will make it all a bit juicier. You can delve into Matthew's sordid past and then have the three of them band together and fight side-by side in the end. Who wants a wimpy heroine these days?"

Ginny's jaw fell at Maria's suggestion, Chloe was nodding appreciatively. "Who knew you had such creativity Maz! Although I'd stick with Matthew, he sounds scrummy… all dark and brooding personality, but he's probably got a heart of gold inside…"

Maria laughed. "Not my creativity I'm afraid. It's just bits and pieces put together from all the people that have had theories on the story – one person says something, another something else. I just moulded together some of the better ideas. Well Ginny – what do you say?"

"Well, it does sound more interesting than my original idea, although she should definitely end up with Jonathan. He's 'the one' – her hero you know… but we could give Matthew a tragic childhood or something, all that money but it can't buy him happiness…
I'm not sure how he would talk now though. I mean the cheesy lines were fine when he was going to be an arse the whole way through, but I'd like him to be a bit more complex and mature. I need to create him a personality and a reason for being a complete git half the time… that's going to be tricky."

"How about we all think about it, make some notes and then re-group Saturday morning before the others get up? Then you're going to help me choose what to wear to Hogsmeade…" Chloe suggested. "But for now, let's go have some fun… makeovers?"

All three girls were soon immersed in wizarding make-up, hair charming products and stacks of Teen-Witch weekly's.

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Saturday morning was a bright, crisp day. There were no clouds in the sky, but it was bitingly cold and the wind whistled round the Gryffindor tower in an unsettling way, which made staying there seem all the more exciting. (Although during a thunderstorm in her third year, Hermione had informed Ginny that the towers were all extremely safe, "the magic protecting them from weather damage and erosion has held for hundreds of years so why should it fail now?".)

The three girls were crammed together in the large common room window seat; they sat in their pyjamas with their blankets still wrapped tightly round them and their backs against the thick glass panes of the window. Maria, always a very early riser, had sneaked down to the kitchens earlier and the house elves had kindly given her some piping hot chocolate drinks to keep them warm while they were waiting for the fires to be lit (students were not allowed to light the fires themselves, either by magic or the muggle way, after a nasty incident which set half the Hufflepuff common room on fire.)

Nobody else was awake yet so the three were huddled together whispering quietly while Ginny scribbled down notes. "Chloe, you've got some really good ideas. I love the way you envision Matthew. Maybe you should write this!"

Chloe blushed slightly. "No don't be silly. I'm just giving you some real basic stuff and you're spinning it into a proper tale. Don't give me any credit what-so-ever."

Maria tucked a stray strand of her straight brown hair behind her ear and then chugged back the last of her hot chocolate. "Where did you get the inspiration Chloe?"

The dark haired girl shrugged. "Well I was in the library on Thursday re-reading one of the chapters for some inspiration – they're all available to borrow now, did you know? They have a tiny section with about ten copies of each chapter! How cool is that? Anyway - Blaise and Draco came in and saw me reading it;" (Ginny choked slightly on her drink at that point, but Maria, after patting Ginny's back for a moment, indicated that Chloe should continue).
"Blaise and I started discussing the story and he said he might give it a go – said that he's always enjoyed reading and it seemed like a bit of fun. Anyway, Draco scoffed a bit and said that romance was a load of rubbish, so I explained to him that actually it was more of an adventure story with a bit of romance thrown in for good measure. I told him about the dark knights attacking everyone and how the three escaped from the townsfolk of Kraam and after a while he seemed really interested."

Ginny looked completely horrified. "You didn't say anything about me did you?" she croaked, still not quite over her choking by chocolate.

"Of course not!" Chloe said quietly, shaking her head forcefully as if to demonstrate the point without volume.

"How come Malfoy spoke to you again anyway, did he belittle you or brag about his endless supplies of sweets from his mum? He didn't look at you as if you were crap?"

Chloe shook her head. "No! I've bumped into the two of them a few times this week and Draco seemed rather amused by my presence... I think he's only tolerating me for Blaise's sake but he was perfectly polite... You know, he's made a few snide comments about other people around us, but I felt like it was just a bit of a joke you know? It was nothing worse than I've heard the blokes in our house saying about people. I just figured he's a teenage boy, they can be prats sometimes...
Anyway, on Thursday I asked Draco his opinion on Robyn's tale, he leafed through a few chapters and then he got really chatty about it. Blaise joined in too but Draco just seemed really animated. I asked them what they thought would happen and a lot of the stuff there is from Draco."

"You're shitting me? Malfoy came up with this stuff"

"Ginny you swear too much." Maria whispered with a big grin, knowing full well that six older brothers had given Ginny a slightly unladylike vocabulary (and a mean right hook amongst other things).
"But anyway, why do you find it so hard to believe that he could be creative?"

"Pffft, This stuff is really deep, some of its really messed up stuff; no Malfoy could be that creative." As Ginny shook her head, a few strands of her red hair fell out of the messy bun she had pulled it back into the night before.

"I think you're right." Ginny and Maria both looked at Chloe in bewilderment.

"I'm sorry," Maria said. "Weren't you leading the campaign for him a moment ago – did I miss something? Do you have split personality disorder?"

"Maria – that's not nice. No, I think maybe some of that stuff he said is actually true, only I don't think Draco wanted me to realise... but the look on Blaise's face when he was saying some of the stuff? Well, I thought about it that night and all of yesterday, it's all I can come up with. I nearly didn't tell you but I thought..."

Ginny held a hand up to halt the conversation, "No... I'm sorry. You think Malfoy actually feels this way?" She held up the notes Chloe had written.
"You think he's scared that he might turn into his father? Are you seriously suggesting that somewhere deep down he wants to be a hero? I just can't believe that."

Maria speculated. "Well... Malfoy has always had a huge issue with Harry, maybe he's jealous that Harry was born fated to be a hero while he was born into the Malfoy family. I mean sure, they lavished him with everything a boy could want materialistically; but emotionally?
Regardless of how his parents may have treated him, it can't be easy growing up in a family stuck right in the middle of You-Know-Who's plans... I find it difficult to believe Malfoy senior could have made a good dad at the same time as being a deranged henchman."

Ginny wrinkled her nose at the mention of Lucius, she had big issues with that man... She had promised herself that her experiences that year wouldn't taint her views on the rest of the world, could she extend that ethos to Malfoy Junior? Unlikely...

"Ok, so you guys feel free to go ahead and believe it – if it's true then 'Yay Malfoy', but I'm not going to speculate over it... Why weren't you going to say anything though Chloe?"

"I'm not sure if he really meant to tell me so much. If you wrote about it then I'd feel like I betrayed him. But it fitted the character so perfectly and so many people are expecting the story that I thought maybe you could take the ideas and change them so it's not so obviously about Draco... or about what he said anyway..."

Ginny looked hard into her new-found friend's eyes. "You know what Chloe; you're one of a kind. I think you have the biggest heart ever. Sure, I'll tweak the stuff you gave me so I don't give you away, but I'm doing it for your sake, not Malfoy's... I just hope for your sake that your big heart doesn't get broken by those two."

"Well," Maria murmured, "the best way to ensure that is to make sure you look absolutely fabulous. Those lazy guys upstairs should be awake by now anyway – let's go get you ready for the big date!!"

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Ginny was running late. Chloe had sent her an owl (Zabini's own owl in fact) to say that they had booked a table in the Three Broomsticks Inn at one o'clock. It was now ten past and she was still five minutes away.
Curse Maria and her stupid ideas... They had been planning a secret event which would be similar to the Yule ball. It was partly a Christmas do, but mainly as a celebration party for the winner of the duelling competition; the final of which (as a happy coincidence) would be held just before they broke up.

Ginny felt certain that it would be Harry or Hermione that won (although Harry was still top of her list) but she hadn't said anything to either of them about her thoughts or the as-yet unannounced party; she thought they would be nervous about being given the trophy in front of so many people. Harry especially didn't like a fuss made over him.

Dumbledore had wanted a big event, he said it cheered the students and staff up, and showed that even in the darkest of times you should not let your spirit be crushed.
Professor McGonagall had volunteered Maria to help her organise it knowing that she loved such things and was a fairly responsible girl (the Seventh years had far too much homework to be getting on with to be dallying with such things). Maria had agreed instantly and roped Ginny in to a huge plan for 'the best party ever'.

Today they had been making figures of Jack Frost, Snowmen, Snowwomen and Christmas elves (which Ginny insisted on commenting on several times. "They're nothing like real elves."). Maria decided that they were going to enchant them on the evening to dance about and throw fake snowballs at people (which would actually be made from glitter).

However, Neville had turned up earlier than expected and as neither girl wanted him to know about the ball (although Maria was hopeless and would probably let it slip) Maria had scarpered and left Ginny to finish off.
The remaining stuff was tricky as it was really a two person job so by the time she'd finished, Ginny had no chance to get changed.

She had planned on turning up early, prepared to face the enemy (well, 'enemy' was a little exaggeration but it sounded better than 'people who might be a bit dodgy'…) looking clean and well groomed in one of the dresses Hermione had passed down to her, topped with the one and only pristine cloak she owned.
Instead, Ginny was hot and sweaty from running to catch up on time (which had been pointless as she was still late) and wearing a pair of tatty faded jeans and an oversized brown cardigan. She had long ago lost the belt, so as she ran it flapped open to reveal her extremely old and thin white t-shirt (which for some reason had a grumpy looking cartoon donkey on the front... It had been a souvenir from Hermione's parents so Ginny assumed it was some sort of muggle thing. It was cute…).

Also, she still had bits of glitter here and there that she just couldn't get rid of (even when you think it's gone, months later you'll find a bit hiding somewhere odd) and to top it all off her hair band had broken, it had pinged off into a pile of autumn leaves at the side of the path and she hadn't had the time to find it and repair it.

All in all, Ginny felt like a total mess, and she had to face Malfoy of all people. Why on earth did she get herself into these things? She did one last scourgify, performed a perfume spell and tried to rake her fingers through her thick hair. Giving it up as an impossible task, she wound it up messily and jabbed her wand through it to hold it in its rough bun.

Standing straight and tall, Ginny took a deep breath, offered up a quick prayer to any gods that may be listening, and pushed open the door to the Three Broomsticks.

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Mort Subite means Sudden Death – it's also a brand of one of my fave drinks, Kriek (cherry beer) so it's kind of amusing to me that in Robyn's world, 'so-and-so' was attacked by the cherry beer lol!!
Sorry – I'm odd, what can I say.

I really want to do a picture of Ginny's photo; I can picture it so clearly in my head…

I do actually know someone (although only vaguely) who is a trainee hairdresser and told his dad that it was a 'wicked way to meet birds'.
He's about the same age Dennis would be too… now Dennis is him in my mind lol

I guess it's a popular thing as I also had a hairdresser once who seemed to brush his hand off the end of my hair and over my boobs a bit more than seemed necessary (he also told me that I had 'the most amazing eyes' and did I have an older sister...)
I shocked him a little when I said I was getting married as he thought I was about 17!
He did give me an amazing haircut though ;)