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ffsjustin:

Once the trouble had passed, Justin led the way down the corridor and was happy when he felt the witch relax under his arm. He knew better than most the level of stress that Amity was feeling and the weight that was on her shoulders. He hated the situation for her and yearned to fix it, but it wasn’t something that could be so easily remedied. Instead, he was there for support. “Don’t mention it, Am. It’s what I’m here for.” He dismissed her gratitude easily, smiling at her term for her grandparents. One of the reasons himself and Amity got along so well was her ability to amuse him paired with his laid-back attitude that kept him from most moments of anger or conflict.

Not troubled by the silence between them as he began to count compartments in hopes of finding the one that he had only just vacated moments before, Justin only looked to Amity when she spoke up. It was then that he spotted the hint of sadness in the corners of her mouth, her smile made softer by the emotion. “They’ll have to either wise up or deal with the consequences,” He told her, laughing as he did so. “Besides, who knows, maybe you’ll mellow as you age.” Justin teased.

“Mellow? Me?” She scoffed at the very idea of it, knowing that her temper was somehow genetically ingrained into her. There was a reason for the fiery-tempered ginger stereotype, after all. “Here is hoping they learn their lesson, then - either that, or that I get expelled before I permanently maim someone.” It wasn’t as if she went around picking fights, and most of the time, she would walk away from those trying to instigate one. But sometimes, some people really just needed a good sock to the nose to straighten them out, and when those people pushed Amity, she was more than willing to do her part for society.

Raising a brow once she realized Justin had no idea where they were going, Ami couldn’t quite stop the amused smirk from tilting her lips. “Did you get us lost, Hair? On a train?” she teased. Shaking her head in feigned incredulity, she closed her eyes and did her best to focus her mind, reaching out with it. “4B, Finch-Fletchley. Honestly, how do you find your way around without me?”

#tbt Justin

bookishmione:

Hermione pursed her lips together as the red-head in front of her began to speak, feeling slightly ashamed as Amity went on, realizing that she had probably been out of line in what she had said.

As Amity stormed off, Hermione knew that it was definately not the smart move to ever follow anyone in a rather testy mood, but her judgement flew out of the window as she jogged to catch up with Amity offering her a small smile.

“I think you misunderstood me. I rather admire your nerve.” She admired, a small half-smile appearing on her face. “I’m friends with Ginny Weasley.” She said laughing slightly. “Nerve is something that I happen to like, and well have you seen the way I dress!?” She exclaimed, a bright grin appearing on her face making her somewhat question her sanity. “I happen to think very highly of you, I’m sorry if I gave off the impression that I didn’t.”

“I must admit that I overstepped my bounds with my comment about your fiance, I just assumed, which was rather stupid of me, that you would be upset about the situation. But, your feelings are your own, and I’m sorry if I seemed as if I was prying. I just hope that you continue to remain the way you are despite everything that is happening, your engagement not even the least of it. I hate to think that there are dark times approaching, but they seem almost inevitable, and times like these tend to change a person.” She said, her smile becoming slightly bittersweet as her mind began to worry about the possibilities of upcoming war.

“Well, I hope you find who you’re looking for, so I shall leave you to brood if necessarily while I have a chat with a certain Neanderthal.” She spoke with purpose before turning on her heel walking towards the student, intent on at least hexing him. Perhaps punching him as well.

Exhaling deeply in an attempt to regain hold of her temper, Amity paused when Hermione called after her. She was no Hufflepuff, and her patience in social situations certainly reflected such, but she wasn’t ever purposely cruel or unkind, either, and decided to hear the Head Girl out. She listened silently as Hermione spoke, even rambled a little, with her lips pressed tightly together and her dark eyes intense.

She hesitated as she debated whether or not to reply to anything that the other girl had said, and finally sighed. It was an opportunity to educate, after all, and she knew the girl often enjoyed those. “Look, Granger. I get it. If I were on the other side of all this, I would probably think along similar lines.” The redhead drummed her fingers along her jean-clad thigh as she spoke, mindful of where they were and who was listening. “But one thing you probably fail to understand is that, sometimes, this is just how it’s done. Purebloods enter into arranged marriages all the time, and most of the time, it seems to go fairly well for them. My point is, it’s probably in everyone’s best interests if people don’t make assumptions or shite all over someone’s traditions, all right?”

With her piece said, she let the older girl go to do her duty as Head Girl, and she turned to continue her quest to find her friend.

#tbt hermione

milliesbulstrode:

Millicent hadn’t expected a reply to the thought that had briefly crossed her mind. Had she unconciously said it out loud in the middle of the commontion? Unlikely, but possible. She scoffed at what Amity said next; many Weasleys had roamed the corridors of Hogwarts and they rarely left an impression, it was much simpler to let others correct her than waste her time trying to learn who was and who wasn’t part of that family. “That’s what happens when you have an image to uphold.” Deciding to ignore for now the comment about Blaise, she corrected the redhead, not surprised that Amity would misunderstand the meaning behind the action of whoever threw her clothes away. There were worse reasons why someone would get a makeover, anyways. She knew that from experience.

She watched as the group of idiots considered what to do, before slowly beginning to walk away. Content, Millicent turned towards Norwood, who for some reason was still there. The mention of her cat brought a frown to her face. She opened her mouth to respond, when what seemed voices brought her attention elsewhere. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the morons standing not far away, as if they were changing their minds. When threats don’t work, deliver. She quickly took out her wand from her pocket and with a swift movement of her hand, sent one of them flying towards the other end of the car. “Stupefy,” she muttered as she directed her wand to the second one. Once he was unconcious, she smirked and waved her hand towards what seemed the leader of the group, accompaining the motion with an “Engorgio Skullus”. She watched with satisfaction as his skull swelled in front of her eyes. It probably wasn’t the worst hex she knew, but it would do.

“Eighth car, you say?” Millicent asked casually, once again turning to look at Amity. “I’ll have to check that out, before he makes the wrong friends.” Car eight was a few cars down, it wouldn’t take long to find Pepper. She put her wand back in its place, but she didn’t leave just yet. “Thanks for the tip, Norwood. Now, for future reference: never insult Blaise in front of me again.”

Amity was grateful for Millie’s interference - not because she couldn’t defend herself, but because it meant she would avoid the Howler her grandmother would have undoubtedly sent her if she had gotten into a fight before they had even arrived at Hogwarts. Her gratitude, however, did not mean that she was any more docile and complacent than she usually was. The girl didn’t speak often, but when she did, it was always succinct and with a purpose.

“I’m not some third year that’s easily intimidated, Bulstrode. You can throw a hex at me, punch me, whatever. Trust me when I say I’ve had worse.” Between Quidditch, and the unkind tutors her grandparents had hired to catch the Muggle-raised girl up on magic she should have already known, Ami had been through the ringer more than once. “And I didn’t insult Blaise. I simply stated a fact, one that is commonly known, even by my betrothed himself. If his vanity upsets you so much, perhaps you should take it up with him.” Thinking she spotted Justin’s hair, she stood on the tips of her toes to make certain before she excused herself. “I hope you find Pepper.”

#tbt Millie

theohott:

Theo gave the boys departing behind her a last glance before leading her down the train corridor. He stayed quiet for a few moments, contemplating when was the appropriate time to tell Amity that he didn’t truly know where Blaise was. He doubted she believe him anyway. “Did you say Gloria didn’t get a hold of you? Who did then?” He couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of his mouth. She looked as though one Zabini had gotten ahold of her. He was intimate with the feeling of playing dress up.

Theo didn’t suppose asking her if she was alright was appropriate. It seemed demeaning, too focused on his own role in helping her than herself. “Where are you headed? Do you want to sit with us?”

If the girl’s tense posture did not do enough to convey her offense at Theo making a big deal over her change in wardrobe, the way her eyes narrowed at him in a glare probably would. She was still the same person, simply stuffed into clothing that accentuated her long legs and slender figure; she hated the attention the outside of her drew that her own personality had always failed to. “My grandparents, if you must know. They didn’t want me embarrassing your precious best friend.” She took a moment to really look at him, and the way her dark eyes settled on his, one got the distinct feeling that she was seeing deeper than they wanted her to.

“To find my friend. Justin Finch-Fletchley. I’m sure you’ve had a few classes with him over the years.” His question about sitting with he and his friends had Ami choking on a snort, her hand rising quickly in an attempt to smother the indelicate sound. “Not if it were the last damn seat on the train,” she replied bluntly, before turning back to glance at him. “No offense. We just...we weren’t friends before, and I don’t know why my engagement to Zabini would change that. We’re not actually to be wed until after my graduation, after all.”

#tbt theo

blasezbn:

In Blaise’s opinion, it was all sorts of silly that he and Amity hadn’t been given an opportunity to meet up before the school year started. He wouldn’t have been reduced to looking for her all over the train if things had been done correctly. He could have been sitting with his friends at the moment, but ignoring the young woman he had been set to spend the rest of his life with (unless she bailed, but who would do that to him?) felt uncouth and below him. So once the crowd in the corridor had cleared out a little he set out to find Amity, thankful for his glare getting pests out of his way.

He mistook the Weasley girl for his betrothed once, asked a few people whose name he would never remember, and finally — there she was, about to enter a compartment. Blaise walked fast enough that he caught the words directed at Amity, and felt quite personally offended. First of all, the guy was disgusting. Secondly, no one would touch his fiancée except for him. And last but not least, if he let such dreadful behaviour go on, people would think it was okay to walk all over Amity, except now… Now it meant walking all over Blaise, too, when he had promised himself accepting the spawn of some squibs into his family would not mean dishonouring the Zabini name. Not just Amity’s, his own pride was at stake too. He took a step forward only for Amity to run into him.

Raising an eyebrow at her, he smiled the kind of smile that didn’t show on his lips. His eyes simply looked less icy than they had a fraction of a second ago. “You have nothing to apologise for. You, on the other hand,” he continued as he looked straight forward at the guy who thought he could get away with breaking many social rules at once, “should remember who it is you’re talking to if you don’t want common sense cursed into you. Especially when you wouldn’t know how to cast a proper shield,” he concluded, looking down his nose at the other Slytherin. Did he think he was immune to Blaise’s wrath simply because they wore the same colours? What a foolish assumption.

“If you don’t know where to sit, you are more than welcome to join me,” he told Amity, having turned his attention back to her. Doing so he looked her up and down, humming quietly. “You look good.”

If Amity lacked her particular ability, she might have been charmed by Blaise’s rescue attempt, but she didn’t, and she wasn’t. Instead, as his thoughts pounded against her temples, she found herself reassured of her disdain for him. Her dark eyes narrowed at him, mouth pursing in absolute loathing, though she commendably kept it shut until after Zabini had properly dismissed her harassers and saved her (and vicariously him) from her throwing her fist into his nose.

Only once the group scattered, Ami felt safe in letting her beloved betrothed know just how much she saw through him. “Firstly, I would thank you, however, you did that for yourself just as much you did so for me - if not more so,” she began, her voice terse and unforgiving. “Secondly, dearest fiance. I am not your property, at least not until we are wed which is still quite a long ways off. If I decide to let someone touch me, it’s none of your damned business, and you can continue your flings with other Purebloods that don’t disgust you. And lastly, Blaise Zabini, if the only reason you intervened was to save your own honor, regardless of ‘accepting the spawn of some Squibs’ into your family, then you didn’t have all that much honor to begin with.”

By the time she was finished, the petite ginger was panting in all of her fury, her eyes glittering up at her future husband dangerously, as if daring him to deny his own thoughts or argue with her. Her lips painted a thin line on her face for a moment, waiting for his reaction, before she shook her head firmly. “No thank you. Once I find my friend, I will have a seat. Otherwise, thank you for the compliment, I suppose, and enjoy your last year.” When she moved past him, she bid him farewell in such a manner that made it seem as if she wouldn’t see him at all over the course of the school year, and if she had it her way, she would abide by that as much as possible.

#tbt blaise

ffsjustin:

“That’s a key aspect of the Neanderthal culture, yeah? Pushing limits while simultaneously losing any of the information their collecting?” Justin asked her, obviously taking the mick out of the poor bloke who decided today was the day to push buttons. He smiled all the while he did so and if you weren’t listening properly, one might have even second-guessed whether he had something like that at all. However, the look that settled behind his dark eyes as the wizard seemed to consider coming after the redhead couldn’t be completely offset by the smile glued to his lips. Justin was pleased when the bloke’s friend intervened though. He really hated any conflict- such things were exhausting to be a part of.

“Wow, being searched for by the ever-mysterious and alluring Amity Norwood! What sort of blessings have I received today to elicit such a thing?” Justin exclaimed, teasing the witch but throwing an arm over her slender shoulders all the same as he made to lead her down the corridor past the two lugs still blocking the way. “I’ve snagged a spot down a bit with more than a few people in it, less than those that are out here though. Not sure if you’ll know them.” It was a fair enough assumption that Amity might not know the younger students who had taken shelter in the train compartment that they had stumbled into and found Justin’s kind smile and offer of a seat. The young man knew more people in the school than he didn’t.

Amity and the boy that was easily classified as her best friend were alike in very different ways, ways that most would find intriguing, at the very least. Whereas Justin knew a ton of people because he was open and friendly with them, Ami knew about most people because she couldn’t escape their damnable thoughts. She was reassured that, as she got older, she would be able to better control her ability, but in her opinion, that time couldn’t come soon enough. Knowing personal details and the inner thoughts of perfect strangers was weird at the best times, and unnerving at the worst.

“At this point, I don’t even care,” she huffed in reply, shoulders relaxing under the weight of Justin’s arm. She refused to grant the crude boy one more single moment of her attention, and utterly ignored him as they walked past. Once they were out of earshot, she exhaled heavily and turned towards the older boy with wide eyes full of gratitude. “Thank you. I really was trying my best not to start a fight, but another minute of that and I might’ve broken my promise to the Ancients,” she mused, using her not quite term of endearment for her grandparents. She was quiet a moment, lost in her own thoughts instead of someone else’s (for once), and then turned a sad but amused smile at him. “Who’s going to protect the masses from me next year when you’re not here?”

#tbt Justin

milliesbulstrode:

Millicent let out a frustrated sigh as she walked down the corridors of the train, pushing out of her way First Years and Aurors alike and looking for the familiar fur of her cat. Normally she wouldn’t be worried about Pepper finding his way back to her, but she knew he could also be a bit of a prankster sometimes — he was purposefully staying hidden and it was only a matter of time before he got lost. When she entered the next car, she didn’t make it past two steps before she collided with someone. The first thing she registered was red hair. Weasley, she briefly thought before she focused on the other girl’s face. “Norwood.” Of course, of all the people on this train, she would bump into Blaise’s fiancee. “Well, seems someone got a makeover.”

With her attention focused on the Ravenclaw girl, Millicent had completely failed to notice the situation she had just walked into. Until she looked over Amity’s shoulder. Immediately recognizing the boys, her demeanor changed. Gone was the teasing smirk she was about to shot at Amity and her shoulders tensed. “I wish I could say I’m surprised to see you still here, but anyone with half a brain could see that even Peeves had a better chance at passing the N.E.W.T.s than the lot of you last year.” She said through gritted teeth. She stepped forward, effectively putting herself between the them and the other girl. Her right hand hovered the pocket where her wand was and itched to use it. “Why don’t you trolls go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, before I decide to use you as practice targets for the new hexes I learned this summer?” Not bothering to wait for their reaction, she turned around towards Amity. “You should go, Norwood.” She nodded towards the end of the car that was blocked. Millicent was sure there was a compartment of First Years somewhere that Amity could occupy.

"There are redheads in the wizarding world other than the Weasleys, you know,” the girl replied irritably, not yet processing that what she was responding to hadn’t been spoken aloud. She glanced up to meet the eyes - rather gorgeous ones, at that - of Milliicent Bulstrode and sighed. “Aye. Seems that’s what happens when you’re fiance is particularly vain; somehow it extends to encompass you and all of your old clothes are thrown out.” Ami tugged uncomfortably at the snug fitting sweater that clung to her slender frame, clearly uncomfortable with her form not being covered in the bagging clothing she preferred.

Despite her irritation, she couldn’t help but snort at Millie’s immediate insult to the gang of numpties behind her. Even more so, Ami appreciated the way she insinuated herself between her and the morons and made a threat very similar to one she might have made if their positions were reversed; not that they ever would be, because Millie Bulstrode didn’t give two shites about upsetting anybody and wouldn’t hesitate teaching them a lesson. Nodding when she was effectively dismissed, Amity paused for a moment and glanced over her shoulder. “Pepper’s somewhere in car eight, making friends with the younger students in your house.”

#tbt Millie

theohott:

It was silly to assume the ridiculous treatment he had received his first year would wait until he had returned to the castle for his seventh. His guard would have been more up if he had any ounce of concentration today. Theo had felt the eyes of the aurors and other students on him all day. Never mind his Uncle’s work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, obviously Theodore’s worth was based on one sensationalized article published in The Prophet. He did supposed that they were a little old for physical violence but then he realized exactly who had run into him. Assumptions were damning. She was beautiful. Had Gloria gotten to her? At least the summer had treated someone well.

Theo grabbed onto Amity’s elbows lightly to make sure she was steady on her feet before glancing at the hideous sight behind her. He’d met those boys in the castle corridors before. Many times. Proper upbringing and breeding truly seemed to kick in at the most valuable times. It wouldn’t be good to add the wrath of his best friend to his current list of troubles. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. It’s almost as if Blaise had heard someone describe what the concept of worried was to him. A really good sight to see.” Theo trailed off and looked at the gang crowding the train hallway. He spoke directly to them, wondering if he had remembered to put on his prefect badge. It was a ridiculous trinket but it usually did the trick. “I don’t believe your friends are invited to our compartment.”

An unfortunate side effect of being a Legilimens was the inability to hold onto uninformed preconceptions about a person. Where most might see Theo Nott as a charming, unapologetic lecher, Ami knew that there was more beneath the surface. What she hated even more was that she could empathize with him and his concern that his father’s escape would affect the way others saw him.

He thought she was beautiful. It didn’t comfort her. “No, Gloria didn’t get a hold of me,” she muttered under her breath. Her irritation skyrocketed when he blatantly lied to her, or perhaps to the monstrosity behind her. Blaise wasn’t concerned about her. He didn’t even know her, and he had certainly never given her the time of day before his mother and her grandparents had decided to use the children to meet their goals. “Of course,” she replied tersely, choosing to go along with the ploy nonetheless. “Lead the way,” she gestured with a terse smile.

#tbt theo

bookishmione:

Hermione nodded curtly, glancing behind her shoulder. “I’ll be sure to have a word with him.” She didn’t seem to notice the distraught of her companion, gripping her wand moving towards him, before turning back towards the red-head, offering a small smile. “I’m rather surprised you didn’t punch him in the face, but given your current situation, for lack of a better word I suppose it makes sense. But just, try not to compromise who you are over this. Blaise is a bit of a handful and honestly not worth you not reacting.” She said rather curtly, before turning on her heel striding towards the male who seemed to have started running away after catching a glance of her angry eyes.

Everything was fine, and she’d been genuinely grateful to the Head Girl - until, that is, she spouted off at the mouth about a situation that she knew nothing about. “Look, Granger. I’m grateful you intervened. But you’re out of bounds talking about my engagement, about which you know nothing, and how I may or may not be compromising who I am over it,” she replied tersely. Of course she was upset about the clothes, but that hadn’t been her doing, and all she had done was avoid a fist fight that would have gotten her into trouble. To have someone that didn’t know the first thing about her lecture her about the arrangement rubbed Amity in all the wrong ways. “If you are under the impression that clothes and fights amount to all that I am, well, I’m sorry, but I’m simply not that shallow. There’s more to me than that.” She was flushed in her anger by then, stepping around the older girl before pausing to whirl on her. She didn’t know why, but she also felt the need to defend her fiance. It was one thing for her to insult him, it was quite another thing for someone else to. “And you don’t know two shits about Blaise, either, so you can shut up about that, too.” With that, she stomped off, righteous fury making her heart pound. It was preconceptions like those that reduced girls to little more than one personality type and their appearance, and Ami wouldn’t stand to be reduced to a few bullet points on parchment.

#tbt hermione #(( I'm so sorry - she's in a mood ))

ffsronaldweasley:

Ron rolled his eyes as he heard what was being said about the poor girl.. He knew that their would always be people that acted like that but seriously. Molly had always taught him to be respectful to girls and he knew that if he said that in front of Ginny she would hit him. Walking behind Amity he stood there to make sure she was OK, not expecting her to turn around. “Sorry. Just wanted to make sure you we’re alright?” He asked the girl politely before crossing his arms and glaring at the boy. “You should probably find somewhere else to sit. I can help you find a cabin if you want.”

“Wait, did we get the wrong one?” the behemoth behind her wondered allowed, his voice drawling dumbly. “I didn’t want a fucking Weasley,” he spat with disgust. “I thought she was the one engaged to Zabini.” With her back turned towards the repeat seventh year Slytherins, Ron was able to see the way her jaw clenched and her cheeks heated in fury, her mouth popping open as if she were about to say something that would undoubtedly start something that only fists would get her out of.

Instead, she took a deep, calming breath and clenched her fists. “I guess the joke’s on you idiots, then,” she replied, deciding to take advantage of their own ignorance as she played up being Ginny. “C’mon, Ron. I’m sure Draco, Harry, and Neville are looking for us.” Once she was allowed to move away, Ami dropped the arm that she’d linked around the elder Gryffindor’s. “Thanks for that, Weasley. I appreciate it. I was actually just looking for a friend of mine. These cars are just so bloody packed that it’s impossible to spot a head of hair even from ten feet away. What the fuck were they thinking, cramming all of us in here like sardines?”

#tbt ron

ffsjustin:

Despite the fact that Justin whole-heartedly believed in finding the best in people, the young man was neither stupid nor naive. That was why he wasn’t surprised by the words that came out of the behemoth of a student blocking the corridor, but he was disappointed by them. Without hesitation, Justin found himself moving towards the group, one hand already reaching for Amity but as he got closer, she whirled around and nearly ran him over. “Hey, Am. Thought I saw you come this way. You good?” He asked, not being quiet about his question as he looked at the witch before fixing his dark eyes on the male behind her, his easy-going smile still in place on his lips.

When she realized that it was Justin blocking her path, all of the significant amount of tension fled from her shoulders and she let out the breath she’d been unaware she’d been holding. “I’m fine. Despite a Neanderthal attempting to test my dedication to staying on my best behavior,” she replied, her own voice loud enough to be carried behind her. The lug appeared as if he might step up to start more trouble, but rethought his actions when one of his friends reminded him who she was engaged to with a hand on his arm. When the grumbling idiot sat down, she offered her friend a twist of her lips that wasn’t quite a smile. “I was actually looking for you. I can’t find a seat and hoped you might have one in your cabin? These...things are too loud out here.” There were a scant few who knew the extent of Ami’s abilities, Justin being one of them, and when she usually referred to noise level, she wasn’t speaking about anything that was actual audible.

#tbt justin

bookishmione:

“Um, sorry.” Hermione had replied, her eyes scanning the area around her, seeing the rather large boy looming towards them, her eyes widening in realization, before darkening, anger glinting from her eyes. She instinctively grabbed her wand, moving to place herself between them, turning towards Ami. “Are you alright?” She questioned softly, feeling as if she would cause an earthquake if she spoke too loudly. “He was bothering you, wasn’t he?” She asked, angling herself so that she could see him from the corner of her eye, having been pushed back a bit by a sea of first years. She glared as he approached closer, gripping her wand tighter, before tentatively wrapping an arm around Ami’s shoulders. “You can come with me if you like.” She said, releasing her loose hold on Ami’s shoulders, waiting for her response, because there was no way she was leaving anyone near a creep like that.

There was a large part of the girl that resented feeling as if she needed to be rescued. Any other year, and she’d have sent a fist into the lug’s nose or mouth and been granted smug satisfaction that she packed a stronger punch than most anticipated and he would have been shamed sufficiently enough to leave her the hell alone. Now, however, she was to be on her ‘best behavior’ all because of a vain boy that didn’t want his Muggle-born betrothed to humiliate him, or so she’d been led to believe.

Instead of defending herself, she was relegated to having the Head Girl come between them. She was grateful, there was no doubt about it, but it stung what little pride she had. Amity had never felt particularly special or pretty, but she was smart and she could take care of herself. Sometimes it felt as if that’s all she had going for her, and thus, having it taken away from her left her chest hollow and her cheeks burning in anger. “He was bothering me. I’m assuming his lewd comments are sometimes mistaken for charm by the more desperate, but if you could simply make him let me past, I’d be grateful. I’m looking for someone.”

#tbt hermione

chasingweasley:

It had been a bloody long day. And given that it was barely passed noon, that was certainly saying something. No matter how many Weasley children were still at home, the Burrow was nothing less than chaotic on the first of September. It was just Ron and her this year, but that did nothing to decrease the madness. And then came the letter, Ginny had thought her mum might actually faint when Dad relayed the information. And after that it was nothing but tumultuous mayhem getting to Kings Cross, Ginny barely managing to make the train.

The train left the station smoothly, but Ginny had been antsy ever since, unable to keep still. It was too damn quiet. "I’m going to find the trolley.“ Ginny announced, not even bothering to see if the others had acknowledged her words, yanking open the compartment door and quickly stepping out.

It was an odd thing to Amity that everyone seemed to think that redheads were interchangeable, or seemed to focus to solely on the color of the hair and not the height or shape of a person when attempting to recognize them from afar. Case in point, the Ravenclaw had been mistaken for Ginny Weasley more times than she could possibly count since starting Hogwarts a year after the Gryffindor. Between that, and their positions on their respective quidditch teams, and Ami was more than familiar with the youngest Weasley.

On her way to find some damned coffee to soothe her mental exhaustion, she nearly ran into the other ginger as she stepped out of the cabin, and nearly chuckled. “I don’t suppose you want to switch places, Weasley? Forever, perhaps? Marry Zabini for me, and I’ll...do whatever you have planned. Quidditch, probably. Or if that’s out of the question, perhaps just for this year?” Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted a gaggle of fourth year Slytherin girls giving her the most unsubtle mass stink-eye she had ever witnessed in demonstration. “What do you say?”

“...Also, hello. How was your summer?”

#tbt ginny

The whispers followed her wherever she went, regardless of whether or not she should have been out of earshot. What was even more difficult is that the girl had trouble discerning whether people were actually talking about her, or whether the noise she heard were the whispers of thoughts, never meant to be spoken aloud. Standing on the platform looking much different than the year before, Amity was already insecure as all hell, and all of the attention that she was earning, which she usually strove to avoid, certainly wasn’t helping.

‘That’s Blaise’s new fiance? She looks like a first year.’

‘Looks like Norwood got a wardrobe upgrade. Wonder if Blaise refused to be associated with her until she didn’t look like a homeless person.’

‘Who knew the lass had leg for days? If Zabini doesn’t want her...’

‘Poor girl. Who the hell arranges marriages in the twenty-first century?’

The last had the redhead huffing in agreement as she handed over her chest to the attendant and stepped onto the train, arms crossed over slender frame defensively. She meandered up and down the cars, searching for an empty seat with friendly faces and non-judgmental eyes, but after twenty minutes, she would have simply settled for an empty seat. Her eyes darted around like a pixie, desperation slowly growing as she looked more and more out of place standing.

Finally, spotting a seat on one of the benches in the open cars, Ami made a beeline for the concealment it would provide, but was stopped by a boy who’d been sitting in the seat in front of her targeted one, standing suddenly and blocking the aisle. She didn’t immediately recognize him, but he looked older than her, and towered over her by nearly a foot, leering down at her petite form. “There she is. We heard you might need some practice for your wedding night,” he chuckled darkly.

Jaw clenched, it took everything in her diminutive being not to throw a punch. She recalled her grandparents’ careful instructions not to embarrass her betrothed with her usual antics, which had her taking a step back instead, away from the boy in front of her who took a step forward to keep the distance the same. She ended up running into someone behind her, as well, and whirled around, expecting to find one of the arsehole’s friends blocking her path. “Oh, for fuck’s sake...”

She trailed off when she landed on someone she recognized, who most certainly wasn’t part of the gross circle behind her. “Um...excuse me.”