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ignecomas replied to your post “Shipping Call”

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Angie! I wanted to tell you before I told anyone else... but I've been named Quidditch Captain.. dunno how well it'll go considering half the team won't be returning to Hogwarts because of You-Know-Who, but I'm captain nonetheless, so I suppose yay for the little things.

Ginny!

This is so exciting, I would say I can’t believe it but who are we kidding, we both knew you had it in you. That can put a huge damper on things but hey a title is a title. Maybe by the following year this will all be over and you can have a proper shot at quidditch captain, it is something I’d like to believe … Or maybe an underground quidditch league is in order, though that is hardly a joking matter over a letter.

I will see you soon, fondly,

Angie

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                ❝ —— Good  J O B  Gin. I  mean,   I'll  be  honest:                 mum's probably going to kill you, but I'm proud.                 Seriously. ❞

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@ignecomas // continued

❝ something is so terribly, terribly wrong. ❞

she fought the urge to laugh hysterically in his face. not out of amusement,not out of cruelty, but out of the sickening reality that this was their lives. instead, her reaction mirrored that of someone whose sanity was still intact, though she wasn’t sure how much longer she could feign this sense of togetherness. her brows furrowed in concern, chocolate eyes scanning the floor while she thought of what to say.

the carrows were allowed to work in hogwarts. the carrows were allowed to punish students. the carrows, the carrows, the carrows… she could go on && on about all the hell they’ve raised this past school year – but she knew she didn’t have to with neville. they had been by each other’s side throughout this whole fiasco. for him to say what he did, she knew some innocent was down in the dungeons with them right now, probably getting the cruciatus curse as they spoke. she would know – she was one of those students before.

simply shaking her head, she looks at neville, taking him in for what he was: a completely changed bloke, a natural leader. none of them would’ve made it through without him stepping up to the plate. she had loyally stood by his side throughout, helping in every which way she could. it often included rescue missions of the younger students, bringing them back to the room of requirement to hide out with dumbledore’s army. some army they were, though – she still felt completely useless, standing on the sidelines. she wanted to help harry, to help the order. but instead she was locked away in a hidden room, hiding from the death eaters that ran amuck.

❝    you’d think we’d be used to this by now, wouldn’t you? ❞  she asks him, head tilting as her hair falls across one shoulder.   ❝   i guess there’s no way you can, really. but i just can’t accept this anymore, neville. i really can’t.   ❞    then her eyes shift over to seamus who is doing his homework on godric gryffindor – that’s it! the sword of gryffindor.  suddenly, her mood changes somewhat, she seemed positive for the first time in months.   ❝   come with me, i’ve got an idea.   ❞

“Used to it?” Neville actually does laugh, softly, barely loud enough to reach Seamus nearby. The fewer people hear them, the better. Complaining about the Carrows is a surefire way to wind up back in the dungeon with them, and a lot of the students have taken to turning each other in as a way to avoid punishment for themselves. It only helps a little, but any time you don’t have spend under the Cruciatus Curse... Neville can’t bring himself to hate anyone for it, though, especially the younger students. If he’s able to step in...

He’s lost in his own thoughts, unaware of the new light shining in Ginny’s eyes until she beckons to him. “What? Hang on... idea about what? It’s after curfew, if I’m gonna risk being caught wandering the castle it had better be for something important.”

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gιnevra weaѕley ♔ 

  her courage was her crown and she wore it like a queen   she wasn't looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword

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HC + daughter

HC meme / accepting

Arthur absolutely adores Ginny. Never mind daddy’s little girl, more like daughter’s dad (or some weird mix of the fact that Arthur is basically obsessed with her). She completes their family, and Arthur couldn’t be more proud of her. Even after what happened to Ginny in her first year, he was just concerned more than anything. Arthur would go to the ends of the Earth for his daughter.

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          “you wouldn’t rat on your own brother, now, would you?” ron asked as he put a small frog in dean’s backpack as a prank--totally not because of the fact that he’s been making his sister cry, no sir. 

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@ignecomas cont from x

 ❝    – alright, then let me start this off by sayin’ you’re lookin’ rather finetonight, harry.   ❞   her sense of humor typically presents itself most when she’s deflecting, and that’s exactly what she was doing right now. though, she knew she’d have to get serious && respond to him like an actual person would, a normal person who had an actual grip on their feelings.

      a sigh seems to work its way out, tongue swiping over dry lips to help moisturize them. (here we go gin, time time to be insightful)   ❝   fucked up? well, you’re definitely that, aren’t you? but we all are, so don’t make this all about you.   ❞   she teased, then shaking her head, she goes to the next item on his list,  ❝   insecure? alright, boy wonder,   ❞   she began, using the nickname the newspapers and tabloids gifted him in an ironic sense,   ❝   i get that, aren’t we all?  && needy? oh yes, you’re definitely needy.  ❞   here she was vaguely referencing their time spent together as a couple, though she didn’t want to flat out say it – she wasn’t sure where they were at currently.  ❝  ah, lastly : emotional. well, considering the life you’ve had, that we’ve all had, i think it’s safe to say we’ve all earned the right to be emotional.   ❞   (not that she’d ever dare show it)

   this was all an attempt to try to cheer him up, which led her to smile softly at him, nudging his shoulder playfully with her own.   ❝    it’s not all about you,oh mighty chosen one. i guess i’m F I N E too.   ❞

Harry downed another shot of tequila--his head already warm and cloudy--as Ginny wound up. He chuckled dryly at her performance for it was very much an act, one that had him hooked. Harry always considered Ginny well put together although he’d noticed the cracks more since the end of the war. Her confidence radiated through each cutting insight. He scoffed. “Boy wonder? I think I deserve an upgrade to man wonder,” he argued, a rare smile creeping across his dark, tired features. 

He poured himself another shot but didn’t drink right away. “You’re pretty aces at hiding it though. I, on the other hand, have drunk uncle written all over me.” Ron and Hermione had recently announced that they were pregnant and it had thrown him for a loop. He didn’t see himself hitting that milestone anytime soon; not when he was so perpetually single and hung up on the girl beside him. It seemed that everyone was moving on. Even Ginny had supposedly been spotted out with some bloke. That was of course according to the Prophet, a paper legendary for getting things wrong. “There are good emotions,” he hinted. “Or so I’m told,” he added with a dash of sarcasm. “After all, you’ve gotta be happy when you’re out on the town with Bollinger.” He repeated the rumor casually, as if it was obviously fact. She could do with that what she wanted.