* GINNY WEASLEY.

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“mum. can scorpius come over for dinner?” he already knew the answer, fingers moving quickly to assist her in chopping up the vegetables in a very muggle type fashion. it was one thing that his father insisted on doing the muggle way, something that in his words made the food taste even better but Albus suspected it was a way of getting the kids to do chores without the assistance of magic. 

“I already told him you said yes. thanks mum.” he says. Scorpius and Albus were practically inseparable from their very first day at Hogwarts, both being first year slytherins. they were rarely seen without each other. his cheeks are a reddish tint, a noticeable thing against his pale skin. 

amusement   colors   ginny’s   expression   as   she   stirs   the   pot   of   beef   &   vegetable   stew ;     considering   scorpius   has   become   somewhat   of   a   staple   in   the   potter’s   home ,     she’s   surprised   albus   even   bothered   to   ask .      not  that   he   waited   for   her   answer . . .           ❛       ‘nd   what   if   i’d   said   no ?     ❜       she   teases ,     brow   arching   as    brown   hues   cut   in   her   son’s   direction .    pallid   skin   blushes   red   &   she   reaches   out   to   brush   her   fingertips   against   blossoming   cheeks .     sometimes   he   looks   so   much   like   his   father   it   hurts .

of course she’s happy to see her mum! thank merlin that mum and dad decided to have one more go and ended up with lily. she loves her brothers, but she knows that she’s the best kid, for several reasons. 

     ❛ ‘course i’m happy to see you, mum! ❜ she says, tightly embracing her before taking her hand. twelve is not too old to hold her mum’s hand, thanks for asking. ❛ and james and albus probably are too, but they’re at the height of their angsty phases. don’t worry; i don’t plan on having one of my own. i see no point in being angsty. ❜ 

she pulls her trunk behind her, cheeks all flushed. platform 9 ¾ is all abuzz with students returning home for the winter holidays. james has gone off to france to visit uncle bill and aunt fleur and albus is staying with scorpius for the first week of the holidays. lily’s the only one going home right away ( though she had plenty of offers to visit friends ). 

she swings her mum’s hand a bit as she walks. 

     ❛ anyway: second year is going great! the whole time-turner thing with albus was terrible, but i’m so glad that’s over. al seems to be doing better, i think—and cousin rosie has won every quidditch match this year so far! i think she’ll be like you when she grows up! ❜ 

every   ounce   of   lily   seems   to   vibrate   with   energy ,     an   energy   that   never   fails   to   bring   a   smile   to   her   mum’s   lips .     though   ginny   was   unquestionably   an   ornery   child ,    always   getting   into   trouble   &    driving   molly   mad ,    she   knows   precisely   where   lily   gets   her   penchant   for   being   a   chatterbox :    fred   &   george ,   in   all   their   chaotic   glory .

fingers   curled   loosely   around   her   daughter’s   small   hand ,     ginny   lets   lily   guide   her   along   the   platform .     she   casts   a   glance   over   her   shoulder   at   her   husband ,      his    amused    smile    matching   her   own .                   ❛       your   brothers   have   never   been   this   happy   to   see   me ,      ❜      she   teases ,   bending   down   to   brush   her   lips   against   her   daughter’s   forehead .    angsty   phase   or   not ,      ginny’s   absolutely   certain   her   sons   would   rather   do   just   about   anything   than   be   seen   holding   her   hand .    

“ I know… ” He searched the compartments for her the moment the train had left the platform and when he couldn’t find her, Neville sank into his seat, resigned to the idea that maybe her father brought her directly. When she wasn’t at the opening ceremony, he began to worry. He keeps hoping that she’s just late, that it’s safer to be late maybe…

“ I… ” Would they take her? Her father, although quite odd and on occasion, unbelievable, did run a media outlet. If they wanted something from him, their best chance of getting it would be to take something from him… or someone. 

“ I hope not. Maybe they’re just in hiding. ” Like the majority of Ginny’s family. He still doesn’t know why she’s here. “ We need to look out for each other… for the younger students too… ” He can already tell what a nightmare this year will be. 

perhaps   it’s   possible ,     luna   &   her   father   slipping   into   the   shadows   for   protection .     ‘s   not   like   her   own   family  hadn’t   disappeared   from   view ,     a   clear   target   on   their   backs   due   to   their   sheer   proximity   to   the   boy   who   lived .    but   just   as   ginny   has   refused   to   abandon   her   life  &  her   school   for   some    false   sense   of   security ,    she   can’t   imagine   luna   agreeing   to   run   &   hide .    

she   doesn’t   have   the   heart   to   further   plant   the   idea   in   neville’s   mind ,    though    -------------     he   has   enough   to   worry   about ,    just   as   they   all   do .     instead ,    she   gives   a   short   nod   of   her   head ,    gaze   straying   momentarily   to   a   group   of   first   years   filing   past   the   portrait   of   the   fat   lady .     merlin ,    they   look   so   young .    too   young   to   be   caught   in   the   midst   of   this   war .

caught! ah. yes. haha. this is awkward. delphi’s lurked in many homes and gotten caught lurking in many homes. every time, she’s always like the shocked pikachu meme. she should really learn to expect it by now.

she doesn’t go for her wand. ginny potter doesn’t need to get the wrong idea, after already having found delphi in such a compromising position. she grins, awkwardly, and does two finger guns at mrs. potter, as if that’ll help alleviate the situation.

     ❛ delphini, ❜ she quickly says, eyes alternating between looking at the lit tip of ginny’s wand to her fierce gaze. hopefully she doesn’t hex delphi or something. ❛ delphini diggory. but you can call me delphi, really. ❜

that doesn’t really explain why she’s here, but she’s hoping it’ll help mrs. potter, like, chill.

     ❛ and ’m here ‘cause of my uncle. amos diggory. you probably know 'im. he’s off talking to, er, your husband. i’m his nurse, so, er, just doing what he tells me to do. ❜

an awkward curtsy. delphi’s never known how to talk to fellow adults. especially boomers! they’re the worst. so she plays with her hair, hoping that it’ll help her seem helpless and harmless—which, in that moment, is very much how she feels.

she wonders if ginny’s mum had cornered delphi’s mum the same way years ago.

and she blinks.

     ❛ sorry. er. i shoulda announced m'self, i guess. ❜

everything   about   this   woman   makes   ginny   uncomfortable .     from   her   odd   gestures   to   her   unnecessarily   lengthy   justification   for   her   presence  ,    delphi’s   presence   puts   her   on   edge .     brows   furrow   as   she   takes   another   step   closer ,     gaze   trailing   over   her   bone   structure   &   across   her   features    ------------      as   if   searching   for   some   resemblance   to   cedric ,     any   indication   the   strange   woman   speaks    truth .

finding   no   justifiable   reason   to   doubt   her          ( ginny’s   always   making   something   out   of   nothing     / / /     growing   up   during   a   war   &   living   with   remnants   of   the   dark   lord   in   your   head   will   do   that   to   you )  ,     arm   slowly   begins   to   lower ,      the    bright   light   dimming    before    vanishing    entirely .        ❛     didn’t   hear   you   come   in ,     ❜       she   explains ,    gaze   flickering   towards   the   parlor ,    clearly   questioning   whether   harry   would   want   her   at   his   side .

            he   didn’t   bother   sharing   they   have   guests ,     so   she’ll   leave   him   to   it .

my opinion on:

character in general: idc if this is technically against the rules - we’re doing this for both cormac and blaise.   to be completely honest with you, I didn’t really think much of cormac for the longest time lakjsfa   like, he didn’t even really cross my mind.   blaise was always really interesting to me simply because he seemed to be Over sm of the general bs surrounding him, which - relatable.  but quite frankly, you breathed more life into these two characters than jk ever did. how they play them:  you??  have given so much life to both of these characters??  when I think of cormac or blaise, I think of you.  I think of the depth you’ve given these two & how you’ve fleshed them out so beautifully?   tbh, they’re basically your original characters in my mind.  we don’t know anyone else. the mun:  aside from the part where you caused me to drop my sharpie on my bed & stain my bedspread,  I’m rather fond of you adskfja FOR REAL THOUGH, you are one of the nicest humans!! i’m so glad you posted about looking for a ginny & then reached out because : ))  your friendship is so important to me. you are always there to cheer me up and make me laugh when people are upsetting me, so ty for that. thank you for giving me the beauty that is blaise & ginny and just - for being you. ily.

do I:

rp with them: brb, scrolling through the endless blaise & ginny content on this blog alksjdfa yes, ofc I do !!  we need to do more stuff with cormac & gin though want to rp with them:  I would give my right tit for more threads with tay tbh

what is my:

overall opinion:  listen tay, you deserve the whole world & then some.  i’m so glad that we’ve become friends who chat regularly because my life definitely wouldn’t be the same without you.  you’re an incredibly talented writer & human being, and I just !!! love you xoxoxo

okay, but mum’s different. she’s got a natural talent with brooms, which is why she ended up playing professionally. quidditch is one of those things that albus thinks you just have to be good at. you can practice, sure, and get better, but… but it’s not the same. you either got it or you don’t. and albus does not ‘got’ it. he will never get it. this is a lot more serious than just quidditch, though.

     ❛ is that your way of telling me that… even though i don’t seem impressive yet, i’ll grow up and get my life together? ❜ he doubtfully asks. but even if he doesn’t personally believe he’s capable of getting his shit together, at least mum is rooting for him. it’s good to know that he’s got her support. ❛ i probably won’t, you know—i think being a mess is honestly just part of my personality at this point—but i appreciate it. i mean, scorpius is probably going to be great and he’ll help me get my shit—sorry, my stuff—together. ❜

                          ❛     you   have   been   impressive   since   the   day   you   were   born ,    ❜       ginny   corrects,      taking     a     seat    next     to     her     youngest     son .       she    reaches     over     to     settle     a     gentle    hand     atop     his ,     thumb    brushing    so    gently     against      his     skin .    though     she’s    been    absent     for    much    of     his     childhood ,      her    career     stealing     her     away     more    often    than    not ,       not   a    single    day    has     gone    by     with     ginny     thinking     albus     is    anything     less     than     extraordinary .     she’s    still      marveled     by    him ,    even     after     all    this    time .