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Name: Ginevra 'Ginny'
Gender: Female
Interests: Reciting spells, DADA, mysteries, competition, sketching, knitting, muggles, beasts, and Quidditch.
Expertise: taming the unruly Weasley redhair, courageous Gryffindor true and true, a little too opiniated, royally established quidditch enthusiast, living life out loud, Dumbledore's Army, introvert.
Industry: Legal
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Member Since:
4/14/2003
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| Laur, Laura and me made a ring and we do and would appreciate having you to come on board with us in our brand spanking HBP new ring! It's still under construction but most of the things are there.
"Wisteria Walk"
Original characters are welcome to join too!
We're using the current time for the roleplay, so there's no need to change the dates. And check the calendar to know how the plots are progressing everyday.
Doesn't mean that you have to follow what the calendar said but just to
make it easier for you if you're having a writer's block, okay?
Thanks in advance if you're joining Wisteria Walk. You just blooming awesome, aight?
MERRY
CHRISTMAS!
-D.
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| i'm going to make her go through her OWLs year again.
ginny: *groans*
there's not going to be plots progressing at the moment since i
couldn't get a hold of Laura (RP: Hermione Granger) and Laur (RP: Ron
Weasley/Sage Lupin) lately but we've sort of decided to bring our
characters to HBP times. i can't think of anything better than that
because seriously, playing Ginny in her sixth year is basically random
scenarios. the love-hate relationship? the healthy appetite? THE NO
QUIDDITCH? nay! i will not stand for the absence of quidditch!
ginny's at the burrow, hermione's there (cough of course), harry'll
join later. don't like ginny and harry loving though but eh, whatever
makes Jo happy. DUMBLEDORE-ALIVE! MOLLYWOBBLES! SNAPE WHORING! TOM
RIDDLE'S CREEPINESS! NARCISSA WITH MORE LINES!!
DRACO-I-WILL-KISH-YOUR-FEARS-AWAY!!....blablablablablablablablabla.
e-mail, aim. all here on my journal if you want to plot or...something.
seriously, i'm starting to write an entry right about now.
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| Awoken by the sounds of loud thumping on the wooden floor, the
exhausted body arose and pushed the rouge tangled sheets away. How long
did she slept? Didn’t she just rested her head on the pillow an hour
ago? Sighing slightly, she was ready to start another day in Hogwarts.
She was accustomed to light sleeping since she turned eleven years old.
Although the memories was in the past, the fear of the devil lurking
around couldn’t be disposed. Her feet planted on the cold morning ground, it
made the girl shuddered but quickly to ignore the chill when she felt her
way to find her bed slippers.
Ginny pushed herself off four post bed and her arms reached into
the air until she felt the crack sensation along her spine. She
breathed out
a satisfied moan.
She shuffled towards the edge of her bed to grab her faint
pink towel and toothbrush and headed for the bathroom. Another
good thing about leaving in Hogwarts, whenever there’s holidays,
there’s no lines for anything. Godric bless there’s not queue for the
bathroom. She entered with ease.
The warmth of the water gushed out from the lion’s mouth as it washed away
the tiredness and aches of yesterday. She sunk herself into deep
relaxing therapy and lather the chocolate scented shampoo through her
wild flaming tresses. Then, the guilt passed through her mind as she
stood gormless under the running water. Was it her fault that she had
betrayed herself and the trust of her friends, family and even the
world because of the secret she had kept? Was she supposed to report that she had encountered with a convict?
Though, it was a small and probably unnecessary to take it greatly,
Ginny felt the depending doom on her shoulders. She leaned her forehead
against the bathroom wall and shut her eyes to forget about it just
for one miserable day. Just for one miserable day.
After the almost soothing morning shower, she’s already in her denim
pants and pastel blue. Checking herself in the mirror, she tied her
slightly damp hair in a tight bun since she was too lazy to conjure the
drying spell. She exited the Gryffindor tower for her usual breakfast
routine.
Usually, Hogwarts would be decorated in red and green to commentate the
Christmas month. The luxurious colours of red and green cheered even
the very bitterness of Mr Filch are no longer displayed. The enormous
Christmas tree in the Great Hall wasn’t as festive as it used to be but
it’s enough to sober over during this dank season.
“Hello, Ginny.”
She glanced over the girl sitting at the corner of the room. The girl
wasn’t sitting alone but accompanied with two towering boys standing on
her sides. The heart lay underneath her chest raised to her throat as
her cheeks burned feverishly with enthusiasm.
“HERMIONE! RON!...HARRY!”
Ginny sped towards them with her arms spread wide to embrace them.
Hermione giggled whilst Ron gagged and Harry smiled lowly. The
overjoyed redhead girl asked so many questions that none of them had
the time to think and answer her as the rest of the Weasleys came
as well as Professor Lupin, and Tonks. She had missed them so much that
tears well up in her eyes.
They’ve come to take her with them home and Ginny gratefully sighed with relief.
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| Mum sent some home baked scones from home. It's amazing that she can
find the time to bake with all the commotions. I'm still
here in Hogwarts, sadly not for the holidays. Still under the
restriction that I should stay here where it's safer but I feel like
heading to the Burrow. Just to see my family and Hermione and Harry. I
have to owl Mr Lupin or Tonks if they are not too busy to accompany me
back home on Hogwarts Express. Or perhaps, Sage wouldn't mind.
Speaking of the holidays, Christmas presents will be uneventful this
year of you since there's minimal things selling in Hogsmeade and some
are overpriced. So, I've made my Christmas presents, if that's okay?
Until then, take care.
Sincerely yours,
Ginny.
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Her eyes gazed at the old chime clock situated behind the librarian's
desk. It's nearly time to curfew. Ginny rubbed the tiredness from her
eyes and called it a day. Flicking her wand counterclockwise, the books
on her table levitated back to its shelf. One thing good about staying
in Hogwarts, she can spend days reading on books. Suddenly, she
realized that her friend Hermione Granger, started to rub all over her.
As the last book settled in its place, she shoved her journal, quill
and ink bottle into her pocket after she had reduced the size with the
shrinking spell. You got to love the advantages of magic.
Ginny covered over her mouth when she yawned and let her mane down from
the yellow chinese chopsticks she borrowed from Parvati Patil. It was a
marvelous form of style, she admitted. She continued walking
absentmindedly to the Gryffindor Tower when she accidentally crashed
into a dark figure and fell on top of the person. The chopsticks
clattered on the floor. By Godric, she doesn't want to land on top
of any caretaker with a creepy cat.
Her eyes grew wider and her heart stopped beating when she knew who it
was. The person turned her over and pinned her down. She gasped and let
out a small whimper but he placed a hand over her mouth.
"Silencio." He commanded as quick as he disarmed her wand.
Ginny thought that she's going to die at that moment. Her life flashed
before her and she's going to be extremely regretful if her parents
wouldn't know that their daughter's dead or missing in action.
Anything can happen, she reminded herself.
But it's not possible. How could he be here? Back to Hogwarts?
Has he lost his marbles? Doesn't he know that the ministry are our
there catching people like him? She struggled underneath the body,
trying to
break free from his strong grip.
"I will definitely kill you if you don't calm down, Weasley." He growled threateningly.
If things were back when they used to be, his threats meant nothing.
She can take him any time. But things had changed. She knows what he's
capable of and what he had done last year. She will never forget. Ginny
submitted to his whims, unfortunately. He sneered in satisfaction.
"So, how are you coping, Weaselette?" He said it with pure amusement in
his tone. "How's the weasel family? Still alive, I assumed?"
She glared at him and turned away. She swears if he or any of his
friends touched her family, she'll personally ripped his eyes from her
sockets right now.
"As much as I wanted the death eaters to give your family a housewarming visit, but I have better plans. For example, your sweetheart saint potter." He huffed irritatingly at the thought of Harry Potter.
Ginny shot a warning look at him. The corner of his lips lifted when he
detected the tension in her eyes. She struggled again and he sighed
disappointingly. This wasn't the first time both of them been in this
situation. He always wanted to do things to her and she's always caught
offguard. Was she this easy?
Though for a minute, their eyes locked. That short trance, she couldn't
help but felt something for him. She saw the sorrow in his actions. The
silver from his hair wasn't glistening with perfection as it used to.
His expression was weak although he was pretending to be casual about
the war. He was a criminal for the crime that he didn't want to commit. He was
doing this to stay alive with his family. Why does she feel pity for
him? Why does she have a small inkling of attraction to this foul mouth
boy?
Attraction? It can't be! Not with this Malfoy. He's a death eater. Maybe
he's already a death eater. He doesn't need anyone but himself. He
hated her and her family and she can't be associating her feelings for someone like
him. He did the most horrid things to her in the past and this can't be
overlooked. Feelings meant nothing between them.
She raised her head
and headbutts him. It hurts her but not as much as him. He groaned in
pain and cussed out and holding his nose. Small trail of blood trickled
out from his nose.
"Who's there?!" roared a man voice from afar. It sounded like Filch. The limping footsteps echoed towards them.
Draco look over his shoulder and turned to her. His eyes squinted at her and he pushed himself off her and make a run for it.
"I'll deal with you later, Weasley."
Ginny sat up and looking at him fleeting into the night. She reached
out for her wand and turned to the caretaker who was scanning at the
girl on the floor. He asked what happened.
She did the most unthinkable.
"I fell." She collected the chopsticks on the floor and dusted her
robes. She should've told him that Malfoy was here.
Filch raised his eyebrow with suspicion. She turned her heels and
headed back to the common room feeling the utmost guilt in her bones.
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| The simplest things make me content.
Such as a smile from a friend when you greet them everyday, as a
rainbow appeared from the horizon after the rain washed the day away, as
the soothing wind blowing through my hair, as stretching on the cushy
couch after quidditch practice, and receiving unconditional love from
people. What happened to that comfort I depended on
secretly?
Ginny placed the pidgeon quill in the ink bottle and sat back on
her chair and stared out of the window whilst scratching her purple
pygmy's crown. He clicked his tongue and nuzzled towards his master's
affection. She sighed and stood up and walked out of the lonely common
room.
It felt as if she had never left the Burrow. Everything inside
this dorm was filled with her possessions. Not that much of her things
but still almost all of her treasures are here, safely stored in her
bewitched school trunk. She was still aggrevated that her parents
wouldn't want her to be with them along with the Order at this crucial
moment.
"It's safer to be in Hogwarts, Ginny dearest." She mockingly duplicated her mother's tone.
What's safe about Hogwarts when Professor Albus Dumbledore's no longer
around? They'll be more death counts by the end of this year! How
absolutely naive of them, she retorted. No, she she shouldn't be angry
when others are protecting her for her own good. But how can one live
knowing that there's danger at every corner you turn to? She would
never thought that Professor Severus Snape was behind all of this
mayhem. Not the slightest inclination that Draco Malfoy was involve
too. She never come to a feeling of utter fear of walking around
Hogwarts now that death eaters are spawning all over the wizarding
world.
Arnold chirped pleasantly to her ear and sat on her shoulder as she walked towards
the Great Hall before heading towards the first class of the day. Mrs
Norris eyed at the redhead student coming into the hall and continued
prowling for rats under the Ravenclaws' table. Ginny sat next to the
remaining student she knew and had a quiet breakfast.
"There's no letters from my sister for three days," said a darkhaired boy infront of Ginny. "I-I'm worried."
Everyone exchanged concerned looks at him as Ginny told him that perhaps
the school's still scanning the letters coming in. He bit down his lips
and drank his orange juice from the goblet. Ginny gazed down at her
scrambled eggs. Suddenly, it doesn't look as tempting as it was before.
Drinking down the pumpkin juice quickly, she excused herself and walked
out of the stuffy hallway. She fed Arnold a small piece of toast which
she took earlier and continued her way to the middle of the cold courtyard. She stayed
there till it was time for the morning class. Sitting next to Colin, she
propped her book open and read the fourth chapter of Advanced Transfiguration.
Professor McGonagall entered the classroom with heavy lids and ushered
the boy, whom Ginny talked to in the Great Hall, out of the classroom.
The boy screamed out in denial. The professor and some of his mates
tried to calm him down but all she and the rest of the people heard was "My sister's not dead!"
That news surely yanked Ginny's tongue out.
[ooc: this is just something i wanted to start off for the sake of
starting off something. otay, modjo jojo repetitions. anyway, i do and
would like to join in with you and your plots if you don't mind. i'm
not sure if anyone of you are in hogwarts anymore or already graduated.
but let me know so that i can just steal some spotlights from you.
oh and please do plot with me (aim: weasley seventh). i am demanding for some plotage!
-D.] | | |
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