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lavenderism:

She fixed her with a piercing stare, but decided not to push it; it was probably for the best if she didn’t know how Ginny had got injured: it would only make her worry more, and it was best for the Rebellion if she didn’t know too much. “Sure, we’ll call it a  ❛ Quidditch accident ❜ then,” she agreed, and after sterilising the wound, she began winding a bandage around it, muttering under her breath about how they all needed to be safer or she was going to have a heart attack some day soon.

As Lavender worked, Ginny bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying out. “ Thanks, by the way, ” She said, once she was sure she wouldn’t embarrass herself. “ I know you’re not a healer, but Luna was busy, and I was pretty damn sure that McGonagall would blow a gasket if she knew I’d done something stupid and nearly gotten us all killed. Even if that isn’t exactly true. ”

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( @ahginny​. ) || ( meme ; open. ) → ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare.

There’s never been a day in Harry’s life where his hair has been anything other a state, but it’s three in the morning so he really does think he has an excuse this time. “Wha — What?” He swallows, his throat very dry. He hasn’t noticed that he’s got his wand in one hand, the other clamped around a thin wrist, green eyes blinking as he tries to centre his world again. “What’s happened?” Why the fuck is he covered in sweat?

“ You were yelling,” Ginny says, her voice trembling slightly, no matter how hard she tries to force it to settle. “ Having a nightmare, I guess - hey, hey, breathe -” She adds, because the expression on his face’s just transcended confusion into panic. “ Breathe, okay? Everything’s fine. I’m here. ” She brushes his hair off his forehead with one hand, painfully aware of his fingers clamped around her wrist. “ It’s okay. ”

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( @ahginny​. ) || ( meme ; open. ) → ♣ = discovering them crying

“Not to be rude,” Harry says, shoulder raised as his eyes pierced into the newcomer. He’s frowning, and he thinks that if he stalls enough, the tears gathering in his eyes won’t fall until the other person has fucked off. He blinks several times. “But it’s not cool to stare at strangers.”

There are words burning on her tongue, but Ginny swallows them harshly. “ I was going to ask if you were alright, ” She says instead, blinking. “ I saw you drop your books earlier, so I wondered - ” Ginny Weasley would respond harshly to any perceived insult; Persephone Vance, however, is as much of a shrinking violet as is humanly possible, so Ginny settles for a “ I have an extra chocolate frog, if you need it. Chocolate makes everything better. ”

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lavenderism:

[ @ahginny​​​ ​] ✰ [ open meme ]  → 回  patching a wound.

Lavender rolled her eyes; did Ginny ever just have a quiet night in? Whenever she saw her, she could swear there was always some new injury. “What happened this time?” She questioned, eyebrows raised, as she reached for the bandages, not skilled enough in the art of healing to attempt to use magic ( everyone remembered what happened to Harry that time Lockhart had tried to heal him, and she didn’t want something like that to happen ).

Ginny grinned sheepishly. “ Would you believe me if I said it was a Quidditch accident? ” She asked, wincing slightly as Lavender began to clean the wound. “ I mean, that’s partially true - brooms were involved, anyhow. ” Brooms - and a recon mission from HQ that had gone awry, leaving Ginny with a stun wound to the chest and a large wound in the process - but Lavender didn’t need to know that bit.

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@ahginny​ / ask meme → ❃ = dancing with them .

          You charmed the heart right out of me            Don’t need no broom, I’m flying free            I think by now it’s plain to see            I’m nothing without you

The warble of Celestina Warbeck skimmed lightly from Professor Lupin’s old charmed Victrola, filling the mostly empty room with the rather jazzy number. “You know,” Hermione said, laughing as Ginny continued to dance in a purposefully cringey way, “I think this song’s better suited for a foxtrot than the Macarena.”

“ C’mon, ‘mione, where’s your sense of spirit? ” Ginny laughed. She was a passable dancer when she actually tried, but something about the combination of the Muggle fad and Celestina’s warbling just charmed her in a way she couldn’t explain. “ Live a little. ” 

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[ @lavenderism ] ✰  [ meme; open ] → ▤ = falling asleep on them

“ Lavender? “ Ginny whispered, gentling nudging the girl, who had fallen asleep on her shoulder. She would’ve preferred to let Lavender sleep, but as they’d been sitting in the conference room working on the details of an assignment, Ginny doubted that the stiff chair was the best place for a quick nap. “ Hey, Lav, let’s get you back to your bed, okay? ”  

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She’s been sitting in the strategy room for hours, trying to puzzle out the sheer madness of the last attack, and she’s gotten absolutely nowhere. Furious, frustrated, and still stinging from her conversation with Harry, Ginny’s on edge - well, more so than usual. Hearing footsteps approaching’s the last thing she needs - and, as it becomes apparent that whoever it is is coming into the strategy room as well, Ginny slams her heavy book shut with a thud and sighs heavily in frustration.

“ You could knock.” She snaps, whirling around in her chair to face her visitor.

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bovncingheart:

He winces without being able to stop himself, flinching slightly at the wording of the way she used the word ‘dumped’, but he has to stop himself from grinning at the image of Ginny decking Dean. God. It doesn’t really work, as he can feel his teeth showing, and he has to duck to cover it up. Jerking his head up to look at the stars, he squints. “ Yeah, look, that’s the Big Dipper, and the Little Dipper next to it. And Cassiopeia’s over there. “ He pauses, tilting his head to look at Ginny again. Sometimes, it’s like she’s the only light left on, and he finds his gaze always pulled back to her. It’s kind of distracting, honestly. It almost makes him forget that he’s completely chatting shit right now. What does he know about astronomy? The barest amount. But she’s grinning at the sky, and he really. He really wants to fucking kiss her right now.

His brain is just replaying the word ‘dumped’ around his head this entire time, and in the lull of the silence, he feels himself blurting out, “ Y’know, Gin, I didn’t. I didn’t want to — break up with you or anything. “ Harry’s not a lightweight, but feeling buzzed enough to be talking about this. It’s just the two of them here, anyway. The heavy feeling is sitting with him uncomfortably, but he has to say something. They’ve been dancing around this fucking topic for months. She needs to know. “ Like. God. If I could spend every day with you, I would. You’re like — You’re like — “ He stops, shakes his head. 

“ Cassiopeia. Right! Think I’ve got an Aunt Cassie through the Blacks, but they were always right terrible to us, so Nan doesn’t talk to them anymore .”  She stretches out lazily like a cat - he’s smiling, and she feels herself beaming. He hasn’t smiled much, recently; the only time she’s seen him smiling have been with Ron and Hermione, though even those are few and far-between, lately, and deep in her gut she feels a strong sense of pride that she’s managed to illicit the emotion. “ D’you think all those stories are true? About the Greeks? I mean, I think it’s all a load of bunk, all tha’ screwing and screwing with, but Luna thinks they might be, and she’s right about most of that sort of thing, even if I think it’s just stupid. Don’t tell her I said that, though, it’ll just make her upset. ”

But then he speaks - and it’s like she’s been slapped. Lightheaded as she might be, Ginny’s still sober enough to recognize when she’s been played for a fool, and her jaw tightens. Fully sober, she might’ve had the decency to walk away, not embarrass herself further, but it’s been a long night and a longer war, and she’s not in a giving mood. “ Right. That’s why we’re still together -oh waiiiiit, that’s not true at all. ” She shakes her head. “ Look. I know you’ve got your shit, and I’ve got my shit, and there’s no fucking future until the war’ over, I get it. I go screw Dean or Blaise or Michael and you go screw yourself and, y’know, convince yourself it’s for the best, and we’re all bloody happy. ”

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stcrmaiden:

It’s always a STRUGGLE, it seems. Minding her own business. Both blessing and CURSE, having ears always open, always pointed a million directions at once, reception like the finest of Muggle satellites, tuned to every station all at once with little to no filters or dials to quiet the noise. Even at her current perch ― flying beyond her gilded cage for once, and on her own, dark and glistening eyes buried in some ancient tome from her father’s old library with her hawk ears still listening intently for PREY entirely of their own accord ― on the bench at the top of some old stone bridge, it seems impossible to focus simply on the ink-scrawled words only inches from her face. Even just the smell of the moss and the water beneath her would have been a welcome distraction, but no. No, instead it’s the mindless CHATTER of the people around her as they skitter across the crag, and the way the endless noise of it all makes one vein in Astoria’s temple absolutely throb in response.

A RAVEN in a flock of pigeons. Dark and glimmering. DANGEROUS, full of veiled intent and half-truths. Somehow invisible.

One conversation does manage to catch her attention, however, no matter how desperately she tries to ignore them all and focus instead on the volume between her slender hands. “It’s the other way around, ACTUALLY,” she calls just loud enough for the other to hear her, interrupting their discussion, not deigning to look up from her book quite yet quite yet, “The methinks comes at the end of the sentence. If you want to stay TRUE to the original Shakespeare, I mean. If not, then, by all means, carry on with what I can only assume is some form of street harassment. Don’t let ME interrupt you.” The faintest hint of a smile flickers across full lips, obviously either pleased with herself for showing her clear mental SUPERIORITY for knowing the correct quotation, or else merely AMUSED at being able to sway the situation as she has, even should the perpetrator not respond to her. Perhaps it’s both.

Ginny blinks. Taking Persephone Vance’s form has always been easier than going out on the streets as Ginny Weasley, { undesirable no. 5 }, but it certainly has its flaws - the unwanted attention that the demure-looking Ravenclaw attracts from all sorts of UNSAVORY characters had never pleased her, nor was the knowledge that casting one of her trademark BAT-BOGEY HEXES would immediately give her up to the Death Eaters, but as much as their leering infuriated her, she could usually handle it herself. KEY WORD being “ usually “ - today, of all days, there’s something off about her game - maybe her VOICE is too small or her WAND isn’t held high enough - but the bloke who followed her out of { Borgin and Burke’s } just won’t leave her alone.

The figure from the corner table has been watching them for some time - Ginny notices this fairly quickly (it’s a SURVIVAL instinct) but all the same, she’s surprised when the woman speaks. Her sharp voice cuts through the silence, and the wizard who’s been HARASSING the small witch vanishes into the night. Surprises, surprises, this one’s a COWARD too.

She approaches the table cautiously - GRATEFULLY, but with more than a few reservations still hanging on her lips. “ Hey. Thanks. ” She says, and she means it - she’s fighting the urge to comment { but I could’ve taken him  } - Ginny Weasley is a fighter; Persephone Vance is solidly the opposite. “ Are you some sort of Shakespearean Superhero, or did I just get seriously lucky? ” 

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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are you brave? the devil asked. no, she answered, but i am alive.

and sometimes those two things are the same (entry #2) // j.a.s (via alayne-stone)

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                                                  you’d b r e a k your neck                                                     to keep your chin up.