Arthur busied himself with making the tea as Ginny talked carefully. They had always been close. It wasn’t that Arthur wasn’t close to all of his children, but he had that father/daughter bond with Ginny too. Sometimes they’d stay up late into the night talking about everything. He couldn’t help feeling guilty and responsible that Ginny’d had a terrible last year at Hogwarts and as much as he wanted to take her out of school, they’d had enough trouble trying to convince everyone that Ron was sick and not out looking for Horcruxes. Arthur also didn’t want to think about what she had to go through when she was at a school run by Death Eaters, and her family were considered blood traitors. Namely because Arthur knew he’d try and get into Azkaban just to kill the people who hurt his daughter.
He poured the tea and handed a mug to Ginny, listening to her words. For a long moment, he stayed quiet and mulled over her idea. It wasn’t a bad one, but he knew that Molly wouldn’t go for it. Her children being educated was very important to his wife; she wanted them all to be successful and happy. Arthur wanted that too… but it was Ginny’s happiness he was more concerned with.
It was no surprise she didn’t want to go back – who would, after the last year? It would be a miracle if the school had any students willing to attend at all, but he knew that life had to go on despite feeling like their world had been taken from them.
‘ I know what your mother would say too, ’ Arthur finally said. He sighed. ‘ NEWTs are important to have, Ginny, whether you think you need them or not. ’ As much as he wanted to side with what he thought Molly would say, however, he could not. ‘ But, ’ he continued. ‘ It’s important for you to be happy too, and not have to deal with anything you might not want to. ’ All Arthur wanted to do was shelter her from harm. ‘ Do you have a plan in place, in case you don’t get into a professional league? ’ Not that Arthur thought his daughter wouldn’t, but a back up plan was always work having, and maybe something like that could persuade Molly into agreeing to the idea.
ginny couldn’t help but release a frustrated sigh at her father’s words. she knew where he was coming from, of course, and she knew he had to stand by her mother’s decision, but at times like this, she couldn’t help but think of how unfair the world seemed. she was old enough to fight the darkest wizard and his goonies, yet she wasn’t old enough to make her own life choices -- it just seemed to make no sense whatsoever, but she held her temper. her father wouldn’t be the one she’d be arguing with this over, anyway, it’d be her mother.
she took a sip of tea to help calm her down, thinking carefully of what to reply. when her father inquired about a back up plan, she almost seemed hopeful that perhaps her idea could be a reality if he supported it. looking up at him with a grateful smile, she began explaining her plans, ❝ well, the plan’s to make it, i’ve already written a few letters back and forth with the captain and she seems certain i’ve got a decent shot .. ❞ looking down at her tea momentarily, she continued, ❝ if i don’t make it, i try out for other teams until i make one. quidditch is what i’m meant to do, dad, so if it’s not the harpies, it’ll be some other team. i’ll just work to support myself in the meanwhile, if i don’t make it. i’m sure the twi- er ... george could use some help at the shop. ❞ she sobered momentarily, not wanting to meet her father’s eyes. it would take a long time to get used to referring to george as only george and not fred and george, or the twins.
biting at her lip, she took a deep sigh. ❝ ron and harry aren’t goin’ back, pretty sure neville’s on the fence about it and i know three people my year not goin’ back, it’s not that crazy of an idea, especially since i could very well have a well payin’ job lined up. ❞
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