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( September 1995 )
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SHE SPENT THE REST OF HER DAY IN BED AWAY FROM HER FRIENDS. They were concerned for her when she didn't show up in the halls, and even more so when she didn't go to dinner. And then added some more concern when she didn't go to her classes the next day.
Her mind ached from the troubles she had been subjecting herself to and she couldn't bear facing Umbridge after her outburst even though she didn't feel guilty for speaking her mind.
Her friends spoke to Alexander about visiting her, even if it was to just check for a pulse, but he only turned them away telling them she most likely preferred to be alone.
Alexander was wrong.
Ginger desperately craved the company of another warm body. The touch of a warm body. Her room had grown to be cold and stale but her boxy refused to let her leave. She shivered in her skin lying on her side curled in every blanket she could find while she held no particular expression, just staring at the same stone wall that she had been for hours on end.
Her stages of grief had been throwing her in a whirlpool of whiplash trying to keep up with them.
Denial had long passed before she could even catch up with it as it hung her by her ankles forcing her to believe she was all right.
Then the anger came, the outburst on Umbridge was the breaking point for her and she still had some of that anger in herself but it seemed to have moderated itself in a cavity in her chest where her soul lie.
And now there was numbness. She hadn't moved from her spot in over twenty-four hours to see anyone, let alone go to the restroom and it was becoming a health risk. She was aware. She wanted to move so desperately so many times but all her bones could muster was the shivering she was doing like a kitten caught in the rain.
A knock echoed in through the suffocating air in her room from her door and her sunken eyes only stared at the entrance feeling practically paralyzed to even speak.
Another knock echoed but all she managed to do was turn her neck from her position to let out a pathetic groan at whoever was knocking. There was a beat of silence before the door creaked open and a figure stepped in. She had no clue who it was so she cranked her up to be looking upside down with her head hanging off of the bed.
"George?" she croaked out as she unwillingly let herself fall off of the bed with a harsh thud.
"Hey, Moon," he softly said, careful to not raise his voice to upset her in any way. She propped herself up against her bed showing him a faint smile he deathly knew was forced and false. She missed his fiery redhead hair. As much as she hadn't wanted anyone to see her in the state she was, she knew George wouldn't say anything about it. "I brought food." He sat crisscrossed on the floor with her showing her a plate of what he had saved from lunch.
Her heart began to warm at the soft smile that accentuated the creases in the corners of his eyes when he did it. He placed the plate in front of her and watched as she eyed it for a moment then began picking at it and eating it in small portions.
"Everyone's worried for you, and proud of you at the same time, I know Fred and I are," he spoke leaning on his palms that rested behind him on the floor. She nodded with a faint crease of a smile. "You should have seen it! When you left, she looked like she was gonna blow steam out of her ears." He laughed thinking back on the memory of the class trying their best not to laugh as Umbridge snapped a pencil in her hand.
"Good," she mumbled continuing to eat in bird-sized portions. His eyes softened at the way she seemed smaller beneath the blankets that had fallen with her. She was pale with sunken eyes and her cheekbones seemed more defined than ever. She looked as she did at the funeral– no, worse. She looked worse than she did during the day they buried Cedric.
"Harry also got detention for the same reason as you with her." Her eyes lifted as if asking why. "He spoke up about..." he trailed off not wanting to say the boy's name. Clearing his throat, he continued, "they had a back and forth thing like you and she ended up giving him detention for it." Ginger nodded listening. Dolores Umbridge has single-handedly earned her way to be top of Ginger's avoidance and infuriating list in a matter of seventy-two hours of knowing the woman.
The two continued to chat in her dorm while she slowly began progressing her mood to be more content and social with just the small talk they held between just the two of them.
Now laying on his back on her bed while she did the same, they had begun speaking about nonsense as they lost track of the sun beginning to set behind the castle.
"So, as cheesy as it is, my mother used to compare me to the moon," she let out a small giggle while his head turned to her listening and watching while the corners of her mouth turned up intricately. "She said that I have this glint in my eye that contains just a sliver of how stellar I am." She gently smiled to herself thinking about her mother's words that she hadn't heard in so long.
George, sensing her mother was a bit of a sensitive topic, continued on. "Well, my mother sometimes compares me to Fred." An abrupt snot let out of Ginger at his words as she laughed, then her laughter soon caused his laughter and lead to her leaning into his side laughing.
Soon their laughter died down with Ginger still leaning into George's right side.
"George?" He raised eyebrows telling her to continue turning to lay on his shoulder facing her. "Thank you. For the food, coming to see me, letting me laugh like this, all of it." Heat rose to his cheeks with her sincere words. "I'm just a little upset with myself that you had to see me this way." her eyes turned away from his but all he could do was let a small and uncontrollable smile come to his face.
"Anything for my Dearest Moon."
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NOTE. they're so cute it makes me wanna puke
QOTC. what do you think is going on with gingers parents? there hasnt been too much said about them so what do you think is their deal?
