Nothing belongs to me.
XV: Mirror
Ginny applied some mascara by hand. There were just some things that couldn't be done as effectively with magic.
She stared into the large vanity mirror and admired her handiwork.
"Harry, dear, we're going to be late!"
"Alright, Gummybear!"
Tonight was the night of the Ministry Gala, held in honor of the Auror Department's latest accomplishment.
It had taken just over a decade, but finally with Harry Potter as head of department, the remaining Death Eaters had been incarcerated.
Harry would have to make a speech, and as Mrs. Potter, Ginny was expected to attend the event, like every other festivity that had come before.
They had been fun at first, but now…
Ginny wasn't so sure. She liked them, of course, but Harry could be a party pooper sometimes.
She knew he didn't like being the center of attention, and there was nothing wrong with that, but what did he expect being The Man Who Lived?
Did he really think she was happy, stuck hiding in the corner all the time?
Perhaps, she might as well go and get it over with. Luna was watching the boys, like always.
Ginny began to put on lipstick, when, out of the corner of her eye, she though she saw something.
She whipped around: it had been, yes, a flash of light, a bright silver light. A patronus? No. Somehow, it didn't seem likely.
It reminded her of mercury, and for some reason, she thought of ice.
Ginny frowned and continued to stare at the spot where she thought –
"What are you looking at Gummybear?"
"Nothing," Ginny replied, with a feeling of unease.
She wiped the red lipstick smear away.
"C'mon Gin, we're gonna be late…"
With one last look in the mirror, Ginny Potter stood up. Her eyes flickered to the space where she knew she had seen something, and without a backward glance, she swept from the room.