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Lily James photographed by Mary Rozzi
Don’t worry, I’m a gentleman.
- He’s beauty, he’s grace,
he regrets his landing place
Ginny Weasley by AbigailLarson
↳ hp aesthetics: ginevra weasley
“Yeah, the DA’s good. Only let’s make it stand for Dumbledore’s Army, because that’s the Ministry’s worst fear, isn’t it?”
pallet challenge! 5. 3A. Ginny. :)
you’d be this happy too if you had just won your first professional quidditch game!
never ever google ‘harry and ginny book moments’ and listen to burdge ‘s hinny spotify playlist simultaneously.
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It was stranger, being back at Hogwarts, especially after all that had happened. Stranger still was the absence of many of her classmates and the presence of so many Seventh years.
It certainly made doing homework interesting, with more students vying for the same number of books. And of course, the one she needed for her essay was not on the shelf. She scanned the nearby tables to see if anyone had left it out, and spotted it resting open in front of a red-haired girl.
“Any chance I can use that once you’re finished, Weasley?”
Ginny, for her part, had been doing her best to carry on as normal, but she knew that she, like many other students, found being back strange. Difficult. Many students avoided the Great Hall and the grounds, where so many of their fellow classmates had died. It left an uncomfortable, lingering darkness and unease over everyone who was left. Still, life needed to go on, and Ginny was determined to make her last year at Hogwarts count. She put her full effort into her classwork, in a way she honestly hadn't done before. Now she found herself in the library most days, going through books at a rate that would maker Hermione proud. So engrossed in her current text as she was, Ginny didn't notice anyone approaching until she heard her name. Looking up at the person who spoke, Ginny frowned at her, annoyed. "Maybe. Maybe not. We'll see when I finish, yeah? Go find something else to do in the meantime."
Hermione laughed a little and pushed her work away from her. “I’m working way too hard if I’m starting to hear things. How is your book?”
Ginny shrugged, clearly unimpressed. "'s alright. The subject is interesting enough but the writer could not make it more boring if he tried."
“I could always help you, if you’d like.”
"Seriously? Well, if you're offering..."
“Ginny—! You startled me! I thought you were someone else! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”
Astoria put a hand over her chest in a dramatic fashion before she laughed before nodding at the logical response that she had heard from the red head more than once. It didn’t help that she broke her arm one summer from flying and it had been the worst summer that Astoria had to suffer through, and she was only eight.
“I love the sky, don’t get me wrong and I don’t mind heights that much but—it’s so uncontrollable at times. And I’m really terrible at flying, Ginny.”
Ginny rolled her eyes at the girl's dramatic response. "So who did you think I was, then? A wall? You might need to take a trip to St. Mungo's, in that case." Taking a few steps forward to stand at Astoria's side, she looked the girl up and down with an amused glint in her eyes. "I know, so you keep saying. But if it really bothered you that much, you could always ask me to teach to you. I have told you before I'd be willing to do it. I mean, I won't be able to teach you how to play Quidditch or anything like that, I'm not a miracle worker, but I can easily get you to the point where you feel comfortable flying from place to place. If you wanted, anyway." In fairness, she wasn't sure Astoria did want it. She had other means of transportation at her disposal, so why should she be that bothered? But still, it had proven to be a sticking point for her that kept coming back up, so it seemed to Ginny that she should just deal with the problem head on instead of continuing to complain about it.
"She was! Wonderful friend, and a great cook — we could be anywhere and she would make it feel like home with just some soup. Kind of mothered us all, but I think now that that’s something you don’t fully appreciate until you no longer have it. Ah, but she passed on years and years ago…" Centuries; an entire millennium. What he wouldn’t give, some days, for some of Helga’s cooking and companionship. In some ways, he missed her the most.
"I had another friend," he started unexpectedly, "she didn’t often cook but she was quite smart, moreso than I could ever have hoped to be, and definitely a little terrifying, if I might be honest with you. Anyway—" he snapped himself out of it, before he accidentally gave away too much. "—yes, I was glad to see them all go. They were a stain upon the grounds. I think things will soon return to normal for both the castle and the people."
He mulled over an idea for a moment. ”Would you like me to look at that assignment? Like I said, I am not that great at it, but I do have a bit of trivia stored up in here.”
She stayed quiet, listening to him talk about his long dead friends. Part of her wanted to ask more about them. How they'd died, and when. The first war, probably, or maybe longer than that. She wouldn't be surprised if he was much older than he looked, somehow. He gave off that impression. Maybe he'd lost them to Grindelwald, even. But Ginny voiced none of this aloud. If he wanted to speak more of his friends, he would. She knew far too well how much it hurt, sometimes, to speak of those you lost. She wouldn't push him that way. His sudden offer made her perk up with interest. "Well, if you don't mind. Just don't tell anyone, alright? I've got a reputation to uphold." With that, she held the roll of parchment out towards him.
“Oh nah,” She shook her head and waved her hand, “Poor sod put down somethin’ on the bar inside and someone went off wi’ it.” It wasn’t her job to stand there and get harassed when she was too busy serving a dozen other people at the same time. “When he’s had time tae settle doon I’ll go through the normal procedure for stolen guids… but aye, sorry – whit can I get ye?”
Ginny snorted at that, rolling her eyes at the man's foolishness. What else had expected to happen? If he was to be angry at anyone, it should've been himself for being so stupid, not this poor lady who had done nothing wrong. "Well, if you he keeps giving you trouble, let me know, yeah? I'll set him straight." She offered the barmaid a smile, letting her know she was genuine in her offer. "And just a butterbeer is fine. Something to warm up a bit, that's all."
Eddie Redmayne for MTV News, 2014