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Dec. 7th, 2011 02:08 pmHonestly this wasn't exactly Ginny's favourite thing in the world to have happen. Being without magic was hard enough as it was, but now she (along with everyone else on the island) had been transported to a strange version of Muggle London that left even more to desired.
Okay so it wasn't the worst to have happen to her. It wasn't even the top ten, but it was still a level of weird that she hadn't quite been able to wrap her head about just yet. Maybe she would, but for now it just wasn't happening. There were some fairly cool (if not faintly confusing) things about this change that she couldn't really deny. What she could take issue with was the fact that the box now seemed determine to dress her like she'd been wandering about in the back of Great Auntie Muriel's wardrobe. That was something that she could take a pass on.
Dressed in slim riding trousers, a waistcoat and a thoroughly ridiculous blouse she felt very strange indeed but was glad that she had managed to miss out on a skirt so far. Her luck was bound to run out, but for now she was just glad for what she had managed. Flopping down into one of the chairs in the newly redesigned rec room, she looked over at the bloke seated near by. "Having as much fun as I am?" she quipped drily, fairly certain that fun wasn't the word she would use at all. "Or am I just special that way?"
Okay so it wasn't the worst to have happen to her. It wasn't even the top ten, but it was still a level of weird that she hadn't quite been able to wrap her head about just yet. Maybe she would, but for now it just wasn't happening. There were some fairly cool (if not faintly confusing) things about this change that she couldn't really deny. What she could take issue with was the fact that the box now seemed determine to dress her like she'd been wandering about in the back of Great Auntie Muriel's wardrobe. That was something that she could take a pass on.
Dressed in slim riding trousers, a waistcoat and a thoroughly ridiculous blouse she felt very strange indeed but was glad that she had managed to miss out on a skirt so far. Her luck was bound to run out, but for now she was just glad for what she had managed. Flopping down into one of the chairs in the newly redesigned rec room, she looked over at the bloke seated near by. "Having as much fun as I am?" she quipped drily, fairly certain that fun wasn't the word she would use at all. "Or am I just special that way?"
[backdated to 12 july]
Jul. 28th, 2011 12:26 amThe idea of curling up and sleeping for days was sorely tempting. It had been a rough and overwhelming day before she had set foot on the island. What had come after her arrival, all of the people and information had done nothing to relax her. There was just so much to take in and consider.
Already Ginny felt at least a bit better. Having her cuts looked at by the Muggle doctors (her dad would get such a thrill out of that) had been strange, but she knew that it was for the best even if the antiseptic stung and smelt terribly. The shower had been better and the change of clothes, even if they didn't much resemble something that she would normally wear.
Having asked Bill for directions as to where she could find Ron, she had set off after her closest brother. She could go and sleep later, find herself a bed and not come out for days but first she had to see as much of her family that was here as possible. She had to confirm that Ron was alive and well. It didn't matter that she had been told as much, she had to see it for herself. There were three of them now, three Weasleys when there should be nine (or ten counting Fleur), her Mum would have her head if she didn't see him.
Feeling exhausted as she stepped off the path, hoping that this was the proper hut and not some strangers, she called out as she made her way closer to the door. "Ron?" she shouted. "Ron Weasley come out here. Mum's sent a Howler."
Already Ginny felt at least a bit better. Having her cuts looked at by the Muggle doctors (her dad would get such a thrill out of that) had been strange, but she knew that it was for the best even if the antiseptic stung and smelt terribly. The shower had been better and the change of clothes, even if they didn't much resemble something that she would normally wear.
Having asked Bill for directions as to where she could find Ron, she had set off after her closest brother. She could go and sleep later, find herself a bed and not come out for days but first she had to see as much of her family that was here as possible. She had to confirm that Ron was alive and well. It didn't matter that she had been told as much, she had to see it for herself. There were three of them now, three Weasleys when there should be nine (or ten counting Fleur), her Mum would have her head if she didn't see him.
Feeling exhausted as she stepped off the path, hoping that this was the proper hut and not some strangers, she called out as she made her way closer to the door. "Ron?" she shouted. "Ron Weasley come out here. Mum's sent a Howler."
