closed for @chosenpottxr
There he was, a legend in the form of a man -- not a man, actually. A boy. Truly, Ginny was expecting something else. After so many years of hushed tales and spinned truths, the person standing in front of her was nothing like the hyperbolic hero who should defeat He Who Must Not Be Named. Just a boy, the thought echoed in her mind as a whisper and, for a second, it shaped into the voice of someone else; not her own. With a nod of the head, she blew the strands of hair away from her face, red streaks constantly dancing away from the bun on her head to rest stubbornly on her lashes, making it itch.
Ginny walked towards Harry, as far away from the tent as possible, wand ready at her fingertips, magic humming through her veins with the same rage of the wuthering wind. She was craving a duel, but an opponent with no wand was hardly a fair fight, and if she lost every sense of moral, she would like to believe she would still not attack a defenseless man.
Her features were stone-cold, almost unreadable, the slightest crease of her brow betraying her annoyance at the task at hand. Being a teacher wasn’t in her blood; she barely had the patient to learn anything herself, let alone teach magic to a eighteen-year old who should already know it all. For a moment, she felt sad for Harry, but she didn’t let the feeling linger for longer. “Okay, blighter-” she started with still a few feet to walk, bringing her wand into sight “-this” she waved the wand around, almost a dare, but nothing happened “-is a wand.” She dragged the word a little bit too much, as if Harry was a retarded or a foreign, instead of a muggle. Her father would have twisted his nose.
“You need one to do magic, but I suppose the Blonde Damsel-” she was, of course, referring to Draco “-has already taught you that much.” She took a look at the wand, her wand, the one who chose her on her eleventh birthday when she went wand-shopping with the family and held onto it a little too tightly before giving it to him, gesturing for Harry to take it. “How about we start with something easy?”
