For the most part, the twins were simply left to their own devices, running was stressful, and the girls' soon became their parent's favourite punching bag. It wasn't always physical, the adults certainly having a way with words that cut deep to the skin, stinging harshly. Despite this, Ginny fought hard to keep her head held high, her pride standing firmly in place. She was terrified of her parents, and stored a deep hatred for them, but she would never let them see it. For then, who knows what would happen? So Ginny continued to argue back, determined not to let them win, not to let them see that their punishment were getting to her. Although this only caused harsher punishments, Ginny wouldn't let down. She knew from a young age that you had to be strong. You had to be strong if you wanted to survive.
Since they were born, Ginny and Evie were constantly on the move. No full year could be spent in the same house, the same town, and sometimes not even the same county. They, along with their parents, would disappear randomly, never to be seen again by the same people. This only seemed natural to them, having been brought up like that, their whole existence in a different house, in which the current owners seemed to just..disappear.
Although it was perfectly natural to them, that didn't mean they were necessarily happy about it. It wasn't as though the twins' didn't notice that while they moved, everything else stayed the same. Evie seemed to take it in her stride, or at least said nothing about it. Ginny however, couldn't help but hate it. Each new town, each new house, each new school that they went to, Ginny would sit on the side, her eyes wide. Evie never had any trouble making friends. She was the clever one, the pretty one, and the one whom everybody loved. How could you not love Evie?
Or at least, that's what Ginny thought.
Though, it wasn't exactly like Ginny could always blend into the background. True, she was noticed by her peers, mainly for being quiet, and just a little bit weird, but it wasn't as though any of their family managed to be unnoticed in any of the new places they moved to. They were simply too pretty. Ginny hated the word, just like she hated anything that made their family different, made her different. But it was true, and given their veela blood, looked like it was going to stay that way.
When out on one of the long walks they were forced to go on, you could almost guarantee that some Muggle would come up to them, and comment on their good looks, their charming personalities, and meek, quiet actions. They would see the two quiet children, walking hand in hand behind their parents, and would praise the adults on their excellent upbringing. Wondered aloud how the children had been taught to be so obedient and generally smarter than children their age. Had it been a witch or wizard, back in the old days, the vainness in Evie and Ginny's parents would have come out, both of them proud of the looks they currently had. But in this new, Muggle land, they hated it. 'How dare those Muggles comment on our good looks? 'They would say, throwing a glare in their children's way, 'They wouldn't know beauty if it walked up and crucio'd them.'
Ginny and Evie also hated the comments, but for different reasons. Given the fact they'd taken cover in a Muggle world, their parents were the only magical folk they knew, and Muggles were accepted, if not loved by them. Ginny herself started to grow a hatred for Magic. It set them apart, set her apart, and she hated it. Besides, what if everyone else with magic was like their parents? No, they hated the comments again, because of the differences. No one else they saw was stopped in the streets to be told how prettythey were.
It was probably true, though Ginny didn't see it herself. She saw beauty in her parents, despite her hatred for them. She saw how her father's face was perfectly moulded, clear, with a prominent jaw line. She saw how her mother's eyes were so clear, how her hair was a breathtaking black, and her figure slender.
Ginny definitely saw the beauty in her twin sister. In truth, there were certain similarities between the two girls, though Ginny admired her sister much more. How could she not? Evie's face was like porcelain, where the genes of her veela father could be seen shining through, though the faint tinge of colour always shone on her cheeks, giving life to her face. She had long, straight hair, which shimmered down the length of her back, in various colours. The strands of her hair would vary from golden blond to a bronze brown, glittering in the golden sun. Although, Ginny could tell, her twin felt like her hair stood out too much, Ginny saw how they fell on Evie's, framing her face perfectly. Normally Evie would pull them into a braid, oblivious to her twin's stares. And her eyes. Evie's eyes were grey, stormy, her entire soul seeming to reflect out of them. There was no denying that Ginny admired her twin no end.
Ginny herself saw nothing special in her own looks. She felt different from the rest of her family, plain compared to them. True, her hair was straight, like her sisters' and just a dark black as her mothers, but this wasn't anything special. Her figure was petite, small and slender, neither of which she admired. They were simply her, what she'd grown up with. Her eyes, she was told, could be her best feature. They were a clear, blue, the colour vivid, perhaps a little too vivid, and sometimes threatening. She was nothing special.