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Post by Harry J. Potter on Apr 22, 2014 21:13:34 GMT
Everything was falling out of his control. He might even say he preferred it when things were simpler and they were dealing with Umbri- Hold it. He was going a bit crazy there for a moment. Nothing was preferable to Umbridge. The scar on the back of his hand tingled as he thought of how he had momentarily gone insane. He supposed it was just the fact that everything was extremely stressful at the time. There was those PV's who were going to try to capture his friends, despite him trusting they would never use their powers for Voldemort. The DA had Draco Malfoy locked up in the Room of Requirement, which he was not happy about, but felt it was necessary, particularly with the trouble the PV's were causing. At least then the PV's wouldn't be able to have an "accident" with Malfoy with him under constant watch (unless there was a traitor in their midst, which wasn't all that crazy, though Harry did not believe it, as he trusted them).
Harry had some free time, something he hadn't had very often, and so he grabbed his firebolt and headed out to the pitch. Practices had gone pretty well so far, and he had a good feeling about the team this year, but that wasn't why he was going to the pitch. Flying made him forget, relax. Some had reading, some had homework, some had hanging with their friends or going on walks, but Harry had flying. Once outside, he climbed on the broom and made his way towards the pitch. However, when he reached the pitch, he landed in the stands, a strange feeling overtaking him. He felt... he wasn't sure what it was. It was like he was bored. But it wasn't quite that. Like he was sick with forgetting and flying. Harry sighed, sitting in the stands, setting his broom next to him.
He looked out at the Quidditch Pitch before him, remembering back to his first game, where he nearly swallowed the snitch. Oh, how he wished he could go back to that time. When he just had to worry about a troll in the dungeons and the girl's lavatory attacking Hermione and Fluffy and just a bit of Voldemort in there. Why had things had to become so complicated? While he didn't blame the elementals for causing everything, he wished that they had never gotten their powers. Now he was trying to hold together the DA a lot more than he had last year, probably because everyone believed that Umbridge was evil, at least those that were in the DA did. But now, people were confused whether the elementals were good or bad or if they had to just be locked up regardless. He hated just sitting around and doing nothing, but there was nothing he could do but wait. Waiting was not fun.
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Post by Ginevra M. Weasley on Apr 22, 2014 21:55:48 GMT
A particularly bad argument with Dean had sent Ginny looking for a distraction. She was aware that some on had to have overheard them fighting. Normally Ginny wasn't one to be shy, but her arguments with her boyfriend weren't exactly something she wanted to broadcast. She was sure that Hermione at the very least knew about them though. Hermione was more observant than Ginny cared for sometimes. But it wasn't as though her arguments were in private places anymore either. This one ad taken place in am empty classroom just off of a busy hallway. Thank Merlin that room ha been empty because as soon as Dean had started in on her in the corridor she made a bee line for the nearest classroom.
Ginny was also coming to realize that their arguments were becoming more frequent and ridiculous. They fought over nothing sometimes. More than that, Ginny was starting to wonder if her newly acquired powers were putting a strain on her relationship. Dean hadn't said anything about them yet, but she knew it couldn't be too easy having a girlfriend who could manipulate fire. She knew she should just ask him about it. Ginny would rather their arguments mean something than stupid things like were they going to sit together at meal times. At least when she was dating Michael she got to argue about sports, Quidditch in particular. Her arguments with Dean were just pointless.
The red-headed girl wiped a few betraying tears from her face and left the room. She heads up to the for. She shared with the other fifth year Grydfindors and changed her clothes. Jeans and a long sleeves shirt with a sweater over it to keep the chill away was her chosen attire. She grabbed her broom and began the walk out to the pitch.
"Stupid Dean..." she mumbled as she got closer. She really needed to get her mind on something else. She bent over and picked up a stray rock then threw it a hard and fast as she could, which was pretty good since she was the Gryffindor team chaser.
It wasn't until she actually got to the pitch that she realied that she was not the first person there. Harry Potter sat in the bleachers. Odd, Ginny thought, because Harry was usually one for playing the game, not staring at an empty field. "Hey, Harry." She called up to him and began making be way over to where he was. She started climbing the steps. "You alright?" She thought she knew the answer, she thought she would ask anyway.
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Post by Harry J. Potter on Apr 22, 2014 22:14:41 GMT
This. That. This. That. Something. Other. Darkness. Sirius. Remus. Ginny. Harry's mind was wandering all over the place. It kept jumping from one thing to another, finishing what its own little thought without actually finishing it. About how he wished Sirius were still here. How he felt betrayed by Tristan Clark and those PV's. How he wondered how Ginny was dealing with all of this. After all, she was an elemental, and he wasn't (or so he believed). He now felt bad. The elementals were going through so much more right now, fearing they would be caught and held, and perhaps even killed. Padma had died not that long ago, and Parvarti was now dealing with all of the stress that came with being an elemental.
And boom! His thoughts were interrupted when he heard that familiar voice of Ginny Weasley, precisely the one he thought of first when thinking of the elementals, though he did consider the others as well in his thoughts though perhaps not by name. He nearly didn't even hear her first words having been so lost in his own thoughts. He really wanted to ride on his broom and forget, but something about that which was so appealing when he first came out tasted sour now. Perhaps what he really needed was fresh air and a view that would bring back good memories.
After computing the fact that Ginny had greeted him, Harry quickly stood up. Why? He didn't know. It felt like it was the right thing to do... don't question his natural instincts. Though, he still was. It was like he couldn't control himself in his standing up action. "Yeah," Harry answered, his mouth seeming to get dry quickly, which he cursed himself inside for, and was confused by, "Brilliant." Harry waited a moment before he realized that he was staring, and he shouldn't do that. After all, she was his best friend's sister, and dating someone at the time. "What about you?" Harry made himself blink and awkwardly he sat back down with a small smile gracing his otherwise unhappy looking face.
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Post by Ginevra M. Weasley on Apr 23, 2014 19:21:42 GMT
Adapting should have been easy by now, Ginny thought. She was the last child in a very large family and adapting sort of came with the territory. Sure, she had a few newer things because wearing her older brothers' clothing just wasn't something that could happen. But all of her books were hand-me-downs and she was perfectly okay with that. They had to work with what they had and Ginny had always thought that made her family special. She didn't think a lot of families could do that. Then again, not many people were as fertile as her mother, it seemed. In any case, this elemental thing should just be one more thing Ginny needed to adapt to. And she was trying. It was just a little more difficult to adapt to something like this. It helped that a lot of her friends were going through the same thing. Her closest friends, Neville and Luna, were elementals too. She supposed that made things a little easier, but it wasn't exactly being an elemental that she was having trouble with. It was wondering why it was her. She had older brothers. She had a perfectly good mum and dad. What was so special about her?
Ginny finally stood next to Harry. She supposed she could have just flew up into the bleachers but she could use the exercise anyway, she decided. Besides, walking had given her a few more moments to get her thoughts and emotions together. The argument with Dean was still fresh and she didn't want Harry to think she was weak or weepy. She remembered Cho crying a lot last year, and Harry had still dated her. Maybe he liked weepy women. Well, Ginny was never going to be that. She made up her mind long ago (at the suggestion of Hermione) to just be herself, especially around Harry. Besides, she really shouldn't be thinking about what kind of woman Harry would want. Even if she had a fight with Dean, she was still dating him. They hadn't broken up, though Ginny thought it was only a matter of time now.
She smiled and took a deep breath at Harry's answer. “Somehow I don't believe you.” The red-haired girl shrugged at his question and took a seat near him. “I'm as well as can be expected I guess.” Better than Draco, she mentally added. Though she had no feelings of friendship for Draco, she wasn't sure what keeping him could accomplish. Sooner or later someone would wonder why he wasn't showing up for class. Who would get blamed for that? She didn't think Voldemort would just let one of his death eaters dissappear. But it wasn't her choice and if she had to choose between Malfoy being kept under their supervision or out with his new friends creating a world of hurt for Harry, she preferred the blond boy's current situation. “Was the pitch being used or something when you got here? I'm kind of surprised to see you just sitting here.”
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