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ron ,‌

The wizard behind the bar must have handed them the wrong drinks, and Ginny, as usual, wasn’t subtle about it. Eyebrows raised, Ron gave his own drink an experimental sniff. “Ah, right,” he said, exchanging glasses with his sister, “this doesn’t smell nearly enough like regret for my taste. Thanks, Gin.” 

As they turned away from the bar (the bowl of punch on the buffet table seemed a bit sketchy to Ron, and he’d wasted no time relaying this to Ginny), he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Quiet, Charlie might hear you,” he whispered, raising his glass to his lips and chancing a sip. As it turned out, Ginny was right; the drink was considerably stronger than Ron anticipated, and he gave a quick cough after swallowing, looking over his shoulder and raising the glass toward the bartender. 

“Bloody hell,” he murmured, “he certainly wasn’t shy, was he?”

             “ Oh, maybe he fancies you! ” Ginny jests, wiggling her brows at her slightly older brother - whom if you must ask her was rather handsome alright looking. But only because they were related. The Weasley’s had good genes, alright? Just look at their children. They were adorable! Though his kids might have gotten that from Hermione. She was a right babe. She knows that Albus and Lily get their good looks from Harry. Poor Jamie looked the most like herself.

            “ Think of the scandal! Minister’s husband caught in affair with bartending house elf.  ” Ginny jests, motioning her hands in front of her like she was a reporter making a pitch and grins at him cheekily, “ Honestly, the papers would sell out. Or they might just think he’s a third - remember when Witch Weekly tried to make it off as some fetish Hermione had back in the day? Fucked up. ” 

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harry ,

Ginny blurts out Cho’s name and it causes Harry to give her a look, laughing at the joke anyway. Of course Cho Chang hadn’t stopped by and they both know it. In fact, while Harry’s seen Cho around Diagon Alley or St. Mungo’s a few times in recent years, she’s been largely out of the public eye since the war. 

Harry’s eyes widen at the mention of Astoria coming here as well. There are definitely times he regrets lowering the wards for the Malfoys. It had come after several play dates outside, yes - they had to gain trust first - but the idea of Draco Malfoy knowing where Harry and his family live is rather sickening.

“You’d wonder how she managed to survive this long if she’s worrying over things like gum. I feel bad for Scorpius,” Harry says, taking a bite of the pasta. “Having mummy hover over him every second.” Harry grins at the mention of Albus’ accidental cussing. “I think your mum was more annoyed with us for laughing instead of scolding him.” 

           “ At least we know for sure why she wasn’t in Gryffindor. Trips to Honeyduke’s must’ve sent her over the edge. ” Ginny almost feels bad about teasing the woman, but not really. This is what her and Harry did. Gossip and joke, and she loved to make him laugh. Even if it was at the expense of some woman who accused her son of using muggle drugs. Especially then.  

     Ginny frowns, taking a bite from her dinner as Harry sympathizes with Scorpius though and she shrugs, “ At least we haven’t heard him say his mummy will hear about this yet. He’s got some hope. ” Still, it must be hard to have absolutely no privacy. Even her own mum hadn’t dug through her stuff. Or maybe Molly did and simply had the decency to never bring it up. 

     She laughs as Harry tells her that they were in trouble more than Al for the cussing incident and she nods, “ Oh she was definitely annoyed. When she looked at me that night her eyebrows were so high on her forehead with judgement they’d disappeared into her hair. Honestly, she probably thinks I’m the worst mum. ” It’s a harsh statement, and she doesn’t think Molly assumes she’s the worst mum ever - but her mother’s standard of parenting had always been much higher for her, then say, her brothers whom had their own wives to mother their gaggle of kids. 

[greengrassgrowths]

Gumming Up the Works

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astoria malfoy ,

Astoria blinks, taken aback, in genuine confusion. “What are you talking about? I haven’t said anything against Muggles.” And to her mind, she hadn’t; it was a fact that Muggles hated magic, that they’d tried to literally burn it out of their world once upon a time. That was the whole reasoning for the Statute of Secrecy in the first place, after all! “And I’m not talking about Hermione’s parents – I’m sure they’re lovely people.” As lovely as anyone who made a living out of ripping other people’s teeth out of their mouths could be… Astoria shuddered, and tried to pass it off as a shrug. “I mean Muggles in general. They’re dangerous.”

It’s said simply, a straightforward statement of fact; a fact that Astoria grew-up knowing as intrinsically and unquestionably as she knew that wands were for wix and goblin deals were treacherous and house-elves liked nothing better than serving others. “And if they wanted to know about magic they probably shouldn’t have tried to exterminate it,” she adds primly. “I may not understand, or want to understand, Muggle things any more than I have to for Scorpius’s sake, but that doesn’t mean I want to exterminate anyone.” And didn’t Ginevra already know that? The thought that she didn’t, that she believed Astoria might be intolerant toward Muggles, sat ill with her, making her shift in her seat as though it had suddenly sprouted pins.

     Astoria begins talking of Muggles in general and their intolerance - their need to exterminate magic  and Ginny begins to see red. This conversation would have to end soon, because the argument so so flimsy and this was Scorpius’ mother. Al’s best friend. She’d had him over for sleepovers, and cooked them dinner, and laughed at the dinner table with him! And despite the fact that his parents, were well, his parents Ginny was trying not to jeopardize their relationship for the sake of Scorpius. 

     What could she say? She liked the kid. And Al liked him too. 

     But Astoria was using history from hundreds of years ago to say muggles were more dangerous than wizard; when her own husband had been part of a group that’d tried to annihilate them during school. If they wanted to talk about genocide...  

        “ Try telling that to- ” Ginny stops herself before it gets worse, and closes her eyes to take a beat before simply saying, “ I’m glad you do not want to exterminate anyone, Astoria. Because if you did we’d have much more to worry about. Is there anything else I can help you with today? ” 

     She looks places the package of gum back in front of Astoria for her to pack away, back into her robes and then looks expectantly. As neutral as one could be to a woman who just accused her child of dealing drugs because of wretched muggles.  

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george ,

George’s grin widened upon hearing his sister at his side, stretching out from ear to - well, to empty cavern on the other side of his head. Ear jokes somehow never got old. Speaking of: “What’s that? You’re talking into the wrong ear,” George lied blatantly, considering Ginny was to his right. He shook his head, the sober admonishment somewhat undone by his smirk, “You and Hermione and even Mum, you’re all so inconsiderate. Didn’t catch a word of that.” 

Rather than continue to play out the joke, George gave up when he couldn’t resist a loud, bellowing laugh. “Here I thought you had a fondness for scrawny and sweet-tempered orphans!” 

It was the kind of joke that could easily be misinterpreted by an outsider who didn’t quite get the rather racuous humour the twins had always shared with their youngest sibling, but George didn’t soften his voice. At this stage, he was getting used to being misquoted. At least he didn’t have to worry about Ginny taking something the wrong way; she had earnt his respect  - much more than any other sibling had received from the twins - at a young age by giving back just as good as she got. And more often than not, striking first, to which, as now, George had to dip his head in appreciation.  

Unruffled, George went on, “Besides, I saw Abbott trying to turn herself invisible in the corner - she’s a Healer, isn’t she? She’ll fix anyone right up, good as new. Go on - you know you want to. The ball and chain’s not here to arrest you right now, is he? Law enforcement’s probably also hiding in a corner, bless him.” His challenge was a self-assured one: if there was one sibling George thought he could easily tempt into misrule, it was Ginny, whatever she might pretend about being a responsible mother of four these days.  

     Ginny smacks her brother on the shoulder lightly when he starts to pretend he can’t hear. She knows well enough that he can, in fact, always hear her. 

              “ I already took in two, I don’t have any room for more without becoming an orphanage. ” Ginny slyly refers to both her husband and son, Teddy Lupin. He’d lived with she and Harry since she was in her early twenties! While the boy doesn’t reside full-time in the Potter house any longer not that he was an adult, he’d always be her kid. 

     Ginny licks her lips though, her eyebrows raised in contemplation to actually light the fire work when he mentioned Hannah and her husband. Bloody hell, they’d be pissed - wouldn’t they? Well, maybe not! Without much further thought she takes her wand from the back pocket of her jeans and whispers incedio to light the wick - and it sparks in a dazzling, over dramatic way , dancing its way to the firework. But before it gets there she looks straight at her older brother and simply says, 

                  “ Think fast! ” 

    She tosses it back into his direction and with a laugh immediately bolts from him as he catches it, sprinting in a direction that would take her away from the explosion. 

     It was his idea after all! She didn’t want to take the blame. 

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self para | pre-season quidditch promotional interview

     It’s her least favourite part of the job. The interviews before season, and after games. Having to be charismatic in front of cameras and reporters with self-scribing quills and answer questions in a way that would represent the season and careers of the women on her team.

     Ginny Potter was the captain though. The leader making decisions and calls, and therefore the face of whether they would win or lose.

     And though she’d been a Weasley first and foremost, had risen in ranks on her own accord - the surname Potter stitched to the back of her uniform was something some of the older generation still clung too. Wretched writers like Rita Skeeter sometimes attempted to say that it was her *association* to Harry or the war from twenty years ago that had pushed Ginny into the spotlight.

     Not the fact that Gwenog Jones had scouted her in her seventh year of Hogwarts when she’d been Gryffindor captain and they’d won the cup, or that she’d gone from a second to first string player in her first few months. It also definitely wasn’t that she had been ballsy enough to win Rookie of the Year in her first season, or even that she’d been one of the highest preforming Chasers in all of her career.

     No, that couldn’t be the reason that Ginny had become captain nearly 7 years ago. It had to be her husband’s war heroism. 

     The accusations made anyone that truly knew quidditch roll their eyes - the lackluster insults usually made by sore losing men fans and trashy tabloids. Still, the comments didn’t dull how much it had hurt after they’d gotten a little louder with last season’s injury. 

    A dislocated shoulder ( if her arm turned completely the wrong way could be still be described as so ) had side-lined her for three games last spring; even with the speed of magical healing. The first time the comments of whether she was the right choice for captain had stopped being tongues of just rival fans, and started to come from Quidditch reporters and experts. Her age after all wasn’t that of a young woman any longer. 

     An impressive rookie no more, instead she was a middle-aged athlete. A woman past her 20′s. And while the Cannons were infamous for keeping players as long as possible due to their popularity, they were also famously losers. The Harpies have always been competitive. A team of women in a rough sport, it was normal for the managers to be cut-throat, but it had Ginny making the decision to go back on the pitch sooner than she should have been. Not a chance she was going to let spectators forget about her, but it kept the questions coming. 

      Should Ginny Potter still be captain, or was she past her prime? 

    So these are the questions she expects as she stands behind the podium when it’s her turn to speak for the Harpies that afternoon, prepped to be grilled and manipulated to say something that would undermine her career, her authority, her choices - all while she smiles and keeps her charm, putting her best broom forward. 

                  “ Captain Potter, what’s the training schedule been for the team the last few months. ” A reporter starts off with the usual. And easy one, Ginny smiles her brilliant look and laughs. 

       “ Let’s just say enough to scare the other teams. And well, I’ve been cursed at by the team more than a few times the last couple months. ” The comment gets a laugh from the crowd before another hand goes up, Ginny nodding to the reporter to address him. 

                “ How do you respond to Philomena Levy-Brown, captain of the Appleby Arrows, who suggested it's time the Harpies look for a new captain? ”

      “ Oh, that’s just wishful thinking! Can’t blame her for trying to get rid of the competition, but maybe she should focus a bit more on her team and they might win a cup for once. ”  

     Fuck, she loved the fact that trash talk was part of her job. She can’t help but smirk despite the dig that it wasn’t only Captain Levy-Brown who’d said comments along those lines. The next few questions are along the lines of “ How do you think the season will go? ” (  “The girls and I feel like this is going to be one of our strongest years - they’re ready for battle. ”  ) and “ Do the Harpies have any special pre-game rituals? ” ( “ If I told you they’d be jinxed! ” ) when she’s blind-sided. 

                “ How do you think the Ministry's restrictions on magical movement will impact the 2020 quidditch season? ”

     She pauses, Ginny’s brows furrowing - a terrible habit she had when caught off guard. It turned her bright and shining face into a glare, even when she wasn’t angry. But she shakes her head for a moment and shrugs, “ I trust that the ministry is working with the British and Irish Quidditch League, as well as anyone else they need to, in order to ensure that the season goes as well as it can with everything happening. ”

               “ Are you saying that as an employee of the League, or as a Potter? ” 

    The glare stays situated on her face, her pale, freckled skin starting to flush with frustration before she simply states, “ Both. ” 

              “ So you agree with Minister Granger when she states that “Safety is more important than sport” ? ”

     Ginny practically scoffs, clenching her jaw at the corner she was being backed into. This prick was trying to either get her to side with what the ministry was doing ( which she’s not fully convinced of ), or go against Hermione. It’s a split second decision but she simply states, “ I think a Minister of Magic who cares about sports more than the safety of her people would be a pretty terrible Minister, wouldn’t you?  ”

     Its fantastic press. She can see it in the hungry fox-like eyes of the reporters in front of her, but it’s terrible promotion. Ginny knows this because her manager Marvin suddenly appears at her side - grabbing her arm ( the bad one so she has to strain not to flinch ) as he pulls her off the stage, telling the crowd that questions are over for now. 

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harry , 

@ginnypctter​ location: estate of Morag MacDougal middle of reunion

Ginny had always been more social than Harry - even in school, she was well-liked. Even though they would both likely decide to stay home on most days, Ginny doesn’t mind events such as these. It’s why they’d lost one another early in the evening - people wanting to talk to her, while Harry tried to stay out of sight. 

He finds her now, though, and sidles up next to her, ducking his head a bit. He gives her a look that is probably all-too-familiar to her. A fuck this look. “Why did we think this was a good idea?” he says, a bit sarcastically. Because of course he wouldn’t have missed a Hogwarts reunion. He takes another drink of the Firewhiskey he’d grabbed from one of the floating trays, his cheeks a bit reddened from the alcohol. This one isn’t his first glass. 

                   “ Harry, ” Ginny says his name in that way that communicates more than just his name. He was looking at things negatively, though he had a way of getting stuck in his head at places like these. It sometimes prevented him from having fun! And so she sends him a knowing grin when he playfully gives her a look that portrays he wasn’t having a good time. Which is a bit of a lie because he’s already flushed with Firewhiskey. 

     It makes her laugh affectionately at him as her hand finds a spot on his chest just to be close to him and she shrugs, “ What, and miss this for a roaring time on our couch? What would you rather be doing instead of cheering on ducks and having meaningful conversations with people we haven’t spoken with in years for a reason? ”

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Gumming Up the Works

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astoria malfoy , ‌

Astoria was not some delicate, dithering lady to swoon at the mention of excrement – she had grown-up with her hands in all manner of fertilizer, after all! Nonetheless, she couldn’t stop herself raising her eyebrows at Ginevra’s choice of word for said description. Really, poo? Astoria might have giggled like a schoolgirl – not over the subject, but the verbiage – if she hadn’t been so distracted by the feeling of her cheeks slowly inflaming.

“Ah,” is all she says, in a strangled sort of voice. “Well. Good, then.”

The sudden ice in Ginevra’s tone catches her off-guard enough that it nearly cools her mortified blush. “Yes,” Astoria agrees slowly, “I know it is. That’s why I came to you when I was…worried.” That seems a rather weak word for the panic that drove her here, but now that she knows that the ominous yellow packet holds nothing more dangerous than a dull, lackluster cousin of Droobles, it’s hard to look back at her reaction and not see it for the overreaction that it no doubt seemed to Ginevra all along. “I knew you’d have answers – thank you.” She smiles warmly at Ginevra in gratitude, a fleeting expression that wobbles off her face as she continues grimly: “Although it’s not their lack of magic that concerns me. It’s their lack of tolerance for magic and magical beings.”

Not to mention their lack of hygiene or proper medicine or decent manners…but given the way Ginevra was looking at her now, not to mention all that seemed like the best course of action at the moment.

     It’s hard not to bristle at Astoria’s beliefs. The idea that while she might respect Ginny enough to come to her when in need, that there was a deep seeded part of her that resented people who loved Albus, who taught him their ways and came from a family that was different still made Ginny sick to her stomach. 

         “ Seems strange that you’re preaching tolerance when you don’t have much of your own for them. Besides, the muggles I’ve met who know about us have always been rather accepting considering they love and support the Minister of Magic. ” Ginny points out bluntly, her eyes find the package of gum again and she picks it up, “ You’re afraid of things you don’t know, but when you understand it becomes less scary. Muggles don’t know about magic, so it’s normal for them to fear things they don’t realize exist or understand. At least you have a leg up. ” 

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harry ,

This isn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation. He’d been in some meetings with Hermione and her team, along with his own boss of the head of the DMLE - so he also knows how much discussion went into the decision Hermione had made. It hadn’t been an easy one for her. And, while Harry isn’t sure his own feelings on it yet, he at least can trust in his friends. “I know,” he says quietly to her and it’s the truth. He agrees that asking people to turn on one another has never been a good idea. “But I don’t think Hermione would’ve done this had she been able to figure out something else. You know her.”

He hands her the bowl for her and, together, they move to the kitchen table again. They’ve done this so many times - enjoying the days where they get to eat dinner together. It’s fairly typical for them, but Harry has been busier lately and working longer days. Even more than usual when the kids aren’t around. Harry snorts at Ginny’s joke of not standing too close to the girl he’d shared one kiss with. 

“Oh, man! You’ll never guess who came by my office today,” he says suddenly as the conversation moves from serious to lighthearted again. “Astoria Malfoy. She was scared over a walkie talkie - it’s a Muggle communication thing, I think you’ve seen one before.” He explains it to her just in case. Ginny, too, is a pureblood - just not the same type as Draco or Astoria. “I think your dad must’ve given a set to Al or something because she found one in Scorpius’ room. You think she always goes through his stuff like that? She was worried it was gonna kill her or something.”

     The mention of Hermione’s intentions shuts Ginny up. She loves her sister-in-law. One of her closest friends. Harry’s best friend. She was family and they knew her - she was doing her best. But good intentions sometimes had ill repercussions and she couldn’t help but feel like this would blow up in their faces. 

     They move to the table, and onto a lighter topic now that she’s at least made him laugh about his school day crush, but Harry changes the topic so quickly to someone visiting him after a mention of Cho that Ginny can’t help the confusion. Wait - what? 

            “ Cho? ” She blurts out her guess, not understanding why Cho Chang would be visiting Harry after all these years, but he corrects her and she can’t help but laugh. “ No way, she showed up here the other day to ask about bubble gum! I swear that woman is mad. She thinks Al us out to seduce her son with mugglecraft. Nevermind that Al is almost just as clueless as Scorpio probably. Ugh, remember when he asked dad about his telefuck. I thought mum was gonna piss herself. ” 

[mikaeled]

La minute Cannes: Cara Delevingne, Jessica Chastain et Rossy de Palma sur la Croisette

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georgewheezley‌:

DATE: 20 October 2020 LOCATION: Macdougal Estate STATUS: Open

“Unbelievable.” The Sonorus Charm on his voice made it echo out among the room, over the music which, frankly, wasn’t to George’s taste. Too bland. He wondered if they’d played Arry Potter. He liked that song. Damn catchy. “You ungrateful bastards!” George bellowed out, glaring accusingly out amongst the partygoers, most of whom he considered relatively good friends - the DA crowd, at least. It was hard not to break character, and he let a grin slip through the mask of dramatised outrage. “Where was my invitation, eh? Who supplied you with firewhiskey all those years at school? You lot never had a party worth the name without us!” 

Without me, George realised he probably should have said in the moment after and moved quickly to cover it. He was used to people staring at his ear, but some wounds were more personal, more raw, and he’d rather keep them hidden away. With a shake of his head, he frowned and tutted, exhilarated under the attention (and alright, he and Lee might have already had a few Firewhiskeys themselves before they decided to crash this thing), “Well, we’ll see which of you makes the list for my ‘Umbridge is Dead’ bash in a few years time, once the old toad finally does us all the courtesy.” 

With a manic grin, George let the charm die out and flung his arm boisterously around the person closest to him, his attention still on the crowd at large. He held a single unlit firework in his hand. Personally, George thought no Hogwarts reunion was complete without a good explosion. 

“Do the honours for us? A nice Incendio should light it up, then you better throw it away quick as you like,” he warned happily, passing it to them while looking around at Macdougal’s very expansive rooms and, George imagined, very flammable personal items (who the bloody hell actually lived in a castle?). His shoulders lifted in a careless shrug, “Won’t hurt anyone. Probably.” 

       Ginny lets out a laugh. A loud, joyful chuckle that comes from her gut the moment she hears George’s obnoxious announcement booming off of the stone walls around them. Leave it to her brother to make a Hogwarts reunion actually feel like Hogwarts. 

      Immediately she’s like a moth to a flame, always the little sister who’d wanted to be included.  And while at school it had been George and Fred who’d been the only other Weasleys most willing to have her shadow trailing after them. Fred had used to joke that she was like an apprentice, though rambunctious she’d always been more of a spectator to their sport than a participant. A sideline judge who’d laugh but tell them when they’d gone a bit too far, or far too cruel. The light-hearted jokes and minor inconveniences had always been her favourite. A swamp in the hallway, or anything against a Slytherin had been best. 

           After all, weren’t Slytherins always starting it? Hardly innocent victims.

     When she finds herself at George’s side though, she gasps as a firework is pushed into her hands and Ginny clutches the thing like it’s already lit. There’s something in her that desperately wants to light it. She loves fireworks, and she almost reaches for the wand in her pocket when he utters the word probably. 

               “ Probably?! ” Ginny’s jaw drops open with a laugh, an inappropriate response, the surprise still on her face and she looks around the room. Frankly it’s lucky that she was the one who got here first. A sober mind to consider the consequences, “ Are you serious? Fuck, you’re lucky Hermione didn’t hear that or you’d be losing your other ear she’d be lecturing you so hard. This isn’t actually dangerous - right? These are parents you know, you could orphan someone. The last thing we need is a new generation of Harrys with vendettas ‘gainst fireworks. ” 

    It’s a dark joke - her husband the butt of it, but she knew her audience. Besides, Harry would laugh. 

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@rcnaldbiliusw​

               “ Merlin, what is in this? ” Ginny scrunches her nose, trying to hold in a cough, but as she passes the glass back to her brother she can’t hold it back. She starts to wheeze a bit, not used to the burning sensation of a strong drink. She’d be embarrassed if it was someone who didn’t know her distaste for alcohol, but Ron had long known her sobriety by choice. After a couple of hacks, she sends Ron a wide-eyed bewildered look because obviously it wasn’t meant for her. She can’t help but laugh as she teases him, 

              “ Are you drinking the stomach acid of a DRAGON? Bloody hell, Ron. ”

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zachariashsmith‌:

MacDougal Estate | Zacharias Smith & Ginny Potter

@ginnypctter​

The only reason Zacharias went to these reunions at all were the catastrophes just waiting to happen. In public, most of his former classmates liked to appear oh-so dignified and heroic, practically paragons of virtue, but away from prying eyes, he knew how quickly things could get messy and he wouldn’t miss that for anything. At least, that was the official explanation - not that anyone cared to ask.

The unofficial explanation was much simpler. Even though his clubbing days were long behind him (though he still remembered them fondly), Zacharias had never been a homebody. More often than not, the promise of a good time was incentive enough to convince him to go out. Now, however, he had to wonder if the definition of ‘a good time’ had changed sometime in the past twenty years while he’d been busy changing diapers and then later proofreading History of Magic essays.

So really, rounding another corner of the MacDougal estate and seeing Ginny Potter was something of a blessing - many things she might be, dull was not one of them. Zacharias still remembered her hexing him back in Hogwarts and while that wasn’t an experience he was eager to repeat, it at least proved she could probably relieve some of his boredom.

“My favourite Harpy,“ he called out as he approached, a grin tugging at his lips. How fitting was her team’s name, indeed. “Having fun?“

     Despite the passing years, Ginny still loved get togethers. While Harry had rolled his eyes and let out a groan about the reunion, Ginny had immediately smiled at the invite and told him they were going. Besides, he almost always had fun when he got there anyways. Though Morag MacDougal hadn’t been her first choice of hosts, she couldn’t help but be fond of the zany estate as she hops a bit in her spot while the duck she’s cheering for flaps it’s wings and waddles at the speed... of well, a duck among the rest of them to get around the tiny course.

    She’s in high spirits as she cheers on Ferdinand whom she had a small bet of five gallons on to win when she hears the mention of her team - the Harpies. It wasn’t the first time a man had found the name suitable for a team of winning women. Personally, Ginny liked it. A winged woman seen as a monster. 

   With a quirk of her brow, the redhead turns to her old school mate, eyes narrowing in his direction before she cocks her head to the side as if to inspect him. 

           “ Wow. Healers really do perform miracles - your head looks almost completely intact. ” Ginny pretends to be in awe before smirking, “ I’m assuming there have been multiple things chucked at it out of rage since I saw you last, right? ”

[futurist]

Woman by Ralph Lauren 

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‌harry ,

Harry pours the noodles into the sauce and sets his wand to mix them so he can turn his body slightly to look at his wife. He’s been with Ginny since he was sixteen years old and he knows this look. It’s an expression that can make players from other teams rather nervous and he can’t blame them. After all these years, he’s not exactly nervous, but he also knows he’s not going to win this. 

He knows that she’s not really on board with Hermione reestablishing the law - Harry himself is on the fence about it all, but it’s something he just has to deal with. Something had to be done about magic being shared on Muggle technology as it has been - but he also agrees with Ginny that perhaps this will make things worse, not better. After all, his department has already gotten several scared owls claiming dark magic. And, when they go to investigating, it’s just Ol’ Gramma Nan putting out the cat or something crazy.

“Since when has that really helped things?” He taps his wand again to stop the stirring and pours the pasta into bowls by hand. “I’ll talk to Hermione - see what we can figure out about the fog, alright?”

             “ It hasn’t, but when has urging neighbours to out one another ever helped things either? There’s something happening at our children’s school and instead we’re dealing with the Inquisitorial Squad like it’s fourth year and Umbridge is telling us not to stand too close! ” Ginny points out, a sort of childishly complains. There’s practically a pout on her face by the end of it as she sits on the counter, feet dangling while Harry does the rest of the legwork with the cooking. She’s unloading on him when he’d just gotten home, and she realizes that - so when he agrees to speak with Hermione she sends him an affectionate look. 

            “ Thank you. It really will make me feel better. ” She admits to him, her features softening a bit despite her annoyance at the state of the world, and so in order to lighten the mood just slightly she playfully adds, “ And if it’s any consolation I didn’t completely hate the Umbridge rule that kept you from standing too close to Cho. ” 

[greengrassgrowths]

Gumming Up the Works

[ginnypctter]

astoria malfoy ,

“Chewing gum?” Astoria repeats dumbly, blinking. “Like – like Droobles?” But it hadn’t looked or tasted anything like Droobles – well, maybe a little bit similar, in a rather cheap and chalky pale imitation sort of way. And the packaging had just been stupid – who would have looked at that tacky little yellow square of slick, waxy paper and thought “ah yes, this obviously contains blowing gum?” Muggles, apparently…but what did they know?

Nonetheless, a feeling of having behaved stupidly was slowly creeping over Astoria; a feeling of embarrassment and regret. “Oh,” she said, a soft, quiet little pop of a word. “It won’t…it won’t hurt me, will it? This…Muggle gum?” she asked, nervous.

She could feel a hot blush burning its way up her cheeks and she dropped her eyes, as though by avoiding Ginny’s gaze she could somehow avoid the censure and judgement that were inevitably forthcoming as well. “I…I just thought…it was in that odd not-really-paper sort of wrap, and such an odd shape, and…and one hears things about the horrid substances that Muggles consume,” she explained defensively. Besides, they hadn’t even been blue. And she hadn’t blown any bubbles out into the air to bounce around their heads – and neither had Ginny! So if it was blowing gum – and she had no reason to doubt Ginny’s word – then it wasn’t very good gum, was it?

Astoria folded her arms in across her chest, as though to shield herself from the reality of her mistakes. “And I wasn’t saying that I thought your family would be giving Albus any Muggle drugs deliberately. But he and Rose do have contact with that…that world.” She shuddered. “You never know what sort of things they might find there. It’s such a dangerous place – with such dangerous people!” Her words were nearly a plea – although what she was begging for, even Astoria herself wouldn’t have been able to articulate. A wish, perhaps, that the entirety of Muggle society might evaporate, and leave behind a world safe from all threat to her son? No wonder the Dark Lord’s empty promises had been so appealing to people like Draco’s parents…

As though magical society were truly safe for Scorpius Malfoy, either.

            “ Nah, you’ll just poo it out. ” Ginny says crassly, the mother of three boys who’d given her the experience of having her fair share of poo-related discussions. She has the same sort of exasperated tone as she says it to Astoria as well, who’s getting a bit defensive now that she realizes how much she’d overreacted. She understand embarrassment, she was a prideful person as well. A Gryffindor, frankly. 

         But it doesn’t mean that Ginny doesn’t cringe when Astoria moves from possibly insulting her family - to muggle society as a whole, and this time her eyes truly do narrow.

             “ That world is part of our family. ” Her voice is a bit cooler this time, and though Ginny herself really didn’t have any muggle in her immediate family, her sister-in-law did. And to her it was basically the same thing. Hermione’s parents had raised her to be the woman she was, they loved Hermione and so did she, and therefore Ginny would always defend them. 

            “ And they’re not any more dangerous than we are. They can’t even do magic.  ”

[ginnypctter]

@hannahgrace-abbott​,

       Ginny hates the tightness in her shoulder. The limited range of motion, the memory of her arm popping from its socket in a way that still made her cringe. Mostly she hates what it had cost her in the long term though. Sitting on the sidelines, screaming plays from the ground to her players, and letting the team managers see a team without her. 

      She’s grateful to still have a chance, and confident in her abilities - but her aging body, though slower than muggles, still gave the rookies an advantage. Something she clearly remembers as one of the fastest rising players when she’d first joined the league. 

      Another thing she’s grateful for is Hannah, and her patience with Ginny’s impatience through her healing - which is why when she’s sitting in the healer’s flat above the pub she’s trying her best not to flinch too much as her friend tests Ginny’s throwing arm before her next game, a smile/grimace on her face - trying not to show how uncomfortable it felt.  

      “ Thanks again for letting me just come over, Han. I just couldn’t handle Mungo’s today. ”