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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: adoration.not_corny on December 28th, 2005 06:13 am (UTC)
"Good." He'd been concerned about her earlier, but that was reassuring.

Stephen arched his brows at her question. She was right, he had been miserable. "I'm better. Thanks to you." That was the truth, definitely. "Just a passing mood, likely because of all the alcohol." And other things as well, but he didn't want to elaborate. Not after everything that had happened.
__loony__luna__: luna fade__loony__luna__ on December 28th, 2005 06:19 am (UTC)
Luna reached up and rubbed the side of his head, "I'm glad."

She watched as little bird Seamus tripped over his own tiny webbed feet and his parents rushed to his aide. Luna smiled at the sentiment.

"Are you going to the reunion tonight, Stephen?" She had hoped he was, if nothing more than to have someone to talk to. Ok, maybe it was a little bit more than that, but she wasn't admitting that to herself.
Stephen Cornfoot: skeptical.not_corny on December 28th, 2005 06:26 am (UTC)
Luna was, strangely enough, much less confusing that Seamus. Stephen didn't feel like he constantly had to guess around her: guess at how she felt and what she was thinking. Even if he didn't know, he didn't worry about it.

"I don't know," he admitted, staring off into space. "I never intended to go to any of it, but I might now. I'm not sure yet, though. What's going on tonight, anyway?" He couldn't remember, at all. He probably had a schedule of events at his flat, but he hadn't looked at it.
__loony__luna__: stare__loony__luna__ on December 28th, 2005 06:39 am (UTC)
"Some kind of pensieve memory tour this afternoon, then drinks, dinner, and dancing this evening." She sighed into Stephen's shoulder. "I suppose I need to go to the tour thing for the paper, but you should go to the events tonight. You can go with me, if you'd like?"

She sat up to look at his face and gauge his reaction. Luna wasn't sure if what she had said constitued as asking him out, since she'd never asked anyone out before. She didn't even know if she wanted to ask Stephen out. But, she knew she had wanted him to go and maybe he would if he knew a friendly face would be there.
Stephen Cornfoot: adoration.not_corny on December 28th, 2005 06:10 pm (UTC)
Stephen shuddered at the thought of attending any sort of tour. The memories? No thank you. But the rest sounded fine. He would be distracted and there would be drinks, and socialising and dancing and food! He wondered if Seamus was going.

Was she asking him out? he wondered as well. He tilted his head a little, looking back at her now that she was sitting up again. "Sure, yeah.. yeah I'll go. That sounds great."
__loony__luna____loony__luna__ on December 29th, 2005 12:20 am (UTC)
Luna smiled brightly, clapping in excitement, "Really, Stephen? That's wonderful!" Luna looked down at her watch, it was 1:45pm and the Penseve event started at two. She's have to leave now if she wanted to get there in time.

"I have to go, Stephen, but I'll meet you at the reception hall at five, alright?" Luna started gathering up her things, taking a final swig of her butterbeer. He eyed the paper birds on the table and smiled.

"What should we do with our little family, here?"
Stephen Cornfootnot_corny on December 29th, 2005 12:50 am (UTC)
When Luna looked at her watch, Stephen immediately glanced at his. He should really check on his dog. "Yeah, five, that sounds great," he replied as he pulled out more money to cover all of the drinks they had.

His attention turned to the birds and Stephen looked between them and Luna. "I can take them home with me, make a little cage for them to live in."
__loony__luna____loony__luna__ on December 29th, 2005 02:12 am (UTC)
Luna leaned in to plant one last kiss on Stephen's cheek. "So sweet!"

She turned to leave, waving a final goodbye over her shoulder. "I'll see you at five!" And with that, she was gone, lost in the crowds of Diagon Alley.