fantasy

they’re all idiots who don’t deserve praise but probably george

The relief was clear on her face when she could tell he wasn’t angry. Her brothers got into enough trouble as it was. She had to try and be the somewhat innocent baby of the family, even if she did a very poor job at that. “If it helps I totally destroyed my brothers in this war, so your hair got wet for a good cause.” Which was kind of true. There would be a fight when they got home about who actually won but the ginger knew it was her, no matter what anyone in her family tried to say. Ginny laughed when he actually took her up on her offer and through some snow at her. She dramatically placed her hand upon her chest. “Damn, you really got me there. Haven’t you ever been told to warn a girl that you have great aim before you throw snow at her? Even if she told you to do that in the first place.”

ginny loved the snow. as long as she had the right clothes to stay warm it could be a lot of fun. she had managed to drag out a few of her brothers to the park and a snowball fight had quickly broken out, all of them being too competitive for their own good.she quickly got too wrapped up in it, not paying attention to anything else. ginny was quickly snapped out of it though when she hurled a snowball only for her brother to jump out of the way and for it to smack into someone else. she shot up from where she was crouching. “oh my god i am so so sorry. that was totally aimed to kill my brother i swear.” she quickly explained, hoping the stranger would understand it wasn’t intentional. “you can totally hit me right back with snow if that would make it better.”

ginny had to reread the card a few times before she actually believed it. for a few moments she was just standing at her entrance gaping. a whole year of a gym membership? it was almost as if santa himself had become real to give her one of the few things that could really make her year. sure, running outside was awful, but that really could have been solved with just some cheap long pants. not to mention the cold would only last a few months, not the entire year. she couldn’t believe someone who do this for a secret santa, especially since it wasn’t from someone she really knew. finally she turned around, heading back to the main rooms. “mom! come here i have a sweater i need you to knit.” sure, it wasn’t really how secret santa was supposed to work but ginny had already decided she would be sending back a thank you gift.

“i will be blown away the day i find any female clothes that are functional.” ginny pointed out with a laugh. not that is really mattered. most of the time she was plenty content to just wear her brother’s old clothes once they grew out of them. if anything she felt more natural in them then she would in some sort of skirt or dress. “my mom would love to make something for you! every holiday season she runs herself crazy making as much as she can. sweaters, hats, scarfs, mittens, whatever you want and she’d probably make it.i don’t know if she’d accept payment but you can certainly try.” ginny quickly followed veronica. as much fun as she had being able to chat she really did need to get inside soon, especially with the temptation of hot chocolate. “it’s great to meet you veronica. i’m ginny.”

she didn’t really know what she had been thinking when she had agreed to do a secret santa. sure she thought the whole thing was really cute, but it wasn’t like she could get a great present. ginny couldn’t help but feel bad for this connor, whoever it was, even though she had spent way too long trying to figure out where he was and how to find him. “connor!” she quickly walked up to the guy, holding out a bag. “here. i’m your secret santa.” she hadn’t been able to work out what she had wanted, so she had been planning on just going with some hot chocolate and an amazon gift card. however when her mom heard about it she had quickly knitted a sweater, and with little choice in the matter ginny was also passing over a typical weasley sweater with a c on it as well as a hat. “sorry, i can’t exactly go crazy for this kind of thing. my mom also said i should invite you to dinner, said something about her roast turkey being a gift to anyone who got to eat it, but i kind of figured that might be a little too weird for you.”

Ginny

ginny couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the lips on her hand and eloise’s words. god, she forgot how embarrassing she could be around people that she liked. she always made her feelings so obvious. “i don’t think you’ll have to worry about that. i mean sure, they all look awfully nice from a distance, but there’s no way they could ever compare to you in person.” sure, she loved to daydream about celebrities, but she wasn’t completely clueless. they all just put out an image after all. “that would be nice. i’ve never left this town. not even for vacations.” she couldn’t help but look down, a little embarrassed. usually she didn’t care what people thought about her family’s wealth but around eloise she couldn’t help but be a little nervous. “luckily i think there’s plenty to do around here as long as we both have the right attitude.”

“That’s a good point.” Ginny agreed, managing a grin despite the cold nipping at her bare legs. “Usually my mom insists I have her homemade hot chocolate which is great, but I can’t help but crave the expensive stuff sometimes. I wonder if they have anything with some peppermint in it.”

“i’m sorry, i know my room is pretty small.” ginny commented, walking in. it didn’t matter if he had seen her room before, she felt the need to say it anyway. it wasn’t like there was much she could do. the house had to hold nine people. even if it was a nicer home the rooms would probably have to be small. still, she couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious when she was around someone she considered a friend. “it’ll be great thought. mom gave me a ton of pillows and blankets so we could set up a bed for you. or, we could just use them to make a fort and play games or something in there. personally, that sounds way more fun to me, but you’re the guest, which means it’s up to you.”