❛⠀i'm not mad, you know. ❜ shite, that already sounds like a lie, hasn't it ? ginny licks at her lips, and pretends her eyes aren't stinging from how much she cried during the funeral services for fred. in her defence, she doesn't think her eyes have got any rest from the amount of funerals everyone has attended day after day. some days, it's easier to dress for it, ready yourself for the proper goodbye and the relief you felt that you could at least have this in peace, rather than any hurried burial everyone was ready for should the war had gone on longer.
it still ... felt so incredibly daunting. haunted.
the way the whole world seemed to be in bloody shambles despite the fact they've won certainly didn't help the air of displacement.
maybe that's why it's easy for the bitterness to slip out. she hadn't meant to, really. had a lot of time mulling over why harry and ron and hermione had had to do what they did, and why them alone. ginny swears she isn't angry, and yet— she tries distracting herself with cleaning up empty plates. ❛⠀well, that sounds barely believable. ❜ she manages, biting through the words before she scrapes her teeth at the back of her lips. they haven't spoken with each other, not alone, since he'd gone off to hunt for hocruxes. in the wake of everything,
❛⠀i'm not, really. ❜ she tries again, insisting – ❛⠀i supposed i'm mad at myself. wished i could've done more. ❜ saved fred. ❛ could've helped you. ❜
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