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21 December 2005 @ 03:21 am
After the morning... Mac and Cheese... and Going to See Seamus  
Ginny appeared in her flat with a loud crack, and immediately fell to her knees, hyperventilating, tears streaming down her face. "Fuck," she said pitifully. "Fucking, fuck." She was at least relieved that she'd managed to hold off until she'd left Remus's. For a moment, she stared at her dangling shirt strap, transfixed as the morning replayed in her head. Letting her hair fall into her face, she choked on a sob as the scent of Harry filled her nostrils. She stood on wobbly legs and kicked the side of her chair angrily, ignoring the pain shooting into her bare toes. She deposited her things in the chair and peeled off her clothes, leaving them in a trail to the shower. She stood under cold water, numb and unblinking, silently chastising herself for making such a big deal of this.

Her mind wanted to work its way through the logic of the morning. But she shook her head, her mind was not allowed to do that. Harry Potter was back, and she got carried away in a completely unwelcome way. Well, not completely unwelcome, but unwelcome in the ways that could break her. She dried herself and dressed in a pair of denims and one of Ron's threadbare, child hood shirts. It was once dark blue, and the cotton was so well worn it bordered on sheer in the elbows and shoulders. Unbelievably soft, it was usually accompanied, on really bad days, by a glass of strawberry milk and bottomless plates of macaroni and cheese. Strawberry milk in hand, an owl she recognized as her mother's tapped on the glass. She opened the window and sighed, realizing at the thought of her Mum, that she'd utterly forgotten her manners. She found the alumni journal in the pile of things in her chair and scrawled notes to Remus, Tonks, and Hermione.

Ginny claimed her Macaroni and Cheese and settled in with the journal. Not only did it provide a good home for things she didn't want to think of but couldn't seem to keep out of her mind, but there was also harmless conversation happening inside it. Anything resembling normal, thoughtless social interaction was what she needed to keep her mind off of Harry. The journal was perfect. It meant that she didn't have to go outside and risk seeing anyone, and the Mac and Cheese was only a few feet away. After a small nap, a bit of conversation with Seamus and Stephen, two owls to Molly, both of which seemed to be a painful stretch of the imagination but she wasn't ready to talk about anything yet, Ginny stretched and braided her hair. She was thankful that she was communicating with her mother in writing, because she would've never gotten away with the lies in person.

She look around her flat and the mussed journal. Writing in it had helped a bit, but she needed to talk to a real person that didn't cause her any emotional tempests. Pulling on a loosely crocheted hat, she popped a sobering draught into her pocket and walked down Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron. She felt a bit guilty about standing everyone else up, but she figured they didn't miss her.
 
 
 
Stephen Cornfoot: blush.not_corny on December 27th, 2005 07:19 am (UTC)
Seamus' outburst was almost scary and Stephen was worried he'd really done something wrong. He didn't move his arm, though, and only pulled back because he was startled.

"I didn't say that." Stephen couldn't decide if he wanted Seamus to or not. On the one hand, the attention was so, so nice, but on the other hand, they were in the bloody Leaky Cauldron and since when did he want a bloke to kiss him? "I didn't say that," he repeated, quietly.
the__shameless on December 27th, 2005 07:22 am (UTC)
"I'm sorry...you like...you like birds."

He put down some galleons and got up, saking his head.

"See you all later, sorry, Stephen."

Seamus said, sighing as he looked at him sorrowfully before getting up to leave, shaking his head and grabbing his jacket at the door.
Stephen Cornfoot: emo.not_corny on December 27th, 2005 07:35 am (UTC)
The apologies and Seamus' sudden determination to leave were even more of a shock than the kisses. Stephen was really confused. Kissing him one minute and leaving the next, what the hell? Stephen stood up, about to follow him when he realized that Luna was still there and drunk and he should be a gentleman and watch out for her.

"What the hell is going on, Finnigan?" he called out after him, obviously frustrated and rather angry with him. He sat back down with a huff, frowning. That was not cool.
the__shameless on December 27th, 2005 07:39 am (UTC)
Seamus heard him and he just breathed outside, sighing. He waved to Ginny and walked over to her, sitting down next to her and smiling.

"How's it going?"
Ginny Weasleyginn_tonic on December 27th, 2005 09:08 am (UTC)
Ginny finished her last sentence, and let the journal fall closed. She nudged Seamus with her shoulder and returned his smile. She blushed furiously, her imagination running wild for a moment with the notion that he'd read and knew all about her morning. She swallowed loudly, and looked around, half expecting to see the others follow him out.

"Can't complain. How are you doing? I didn't miss anymore singing did I?"
the__shameless on December 28th, 2005 02:24 am (UTC)
"Nope, nope. Not at all."

He smiled a bit.

"You should go back in there, I was just heading out. See you tonight at the party thing? I'm not going to that memory thingy, or whatever the bugger it is."
Ginny Weasleyginn_tonic on December 28th, 2005 02:29 am (UTC)
"You're leaving? How come?"

Ginny looked over her shoulder, wondering about what she had missed to make Seamus seam so... subdued.

"I'll probably be there, I don't really feel like being at the reunion. I might stop by and see how Tonks is doing," she said, thinking out loud.
the__shameless on December 28th, 2005 02:38 am (UTC)
"Alright, have fun then!"

He smiled and then stood.

"Oh, I made plans. See you!"

Seamus lied, walking back to his apartment, slowly, wanting and needing the fresh air on his red face.
Ginny Weasleyginn_tonic on December 28th, 2005 08:14 am (UTC)
"See you then," Ginny called after him half-heartedly. She stood, and shrunk the journal a bit, flattening it. She placed it in her back pocket, and swooned a little bit.
Three shots seemed to be a lot for this early in the day.
She didn't really feel like going back inside, she figured that Stephen and Luna would be fine alone. They certainly had enough alcohol to last them. A walk down Diagon Alley sounded good, but she might run into... some one.

She thought of Tonks and popped the cork on her sobering draught. She sat back down hard, feeling a strange sensation like contraction and ice. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and stood again, without giving it another moment, she cleared her mind and concentrated on the reception hall and disappeared.