Destiny- Drinny

52- Training in the Clouds

Walking into the Harpies building, Ginny felt very uneasy. It was a few days since the wedding, and Ginny was anxious to begin her training once more. Not only did she have no clue where her brother and two friends were, but she had not been able to talk to Draco in weeks. Who know the terrors he was experiencing.

The only way she could forget her worry, was to fly.

Heading to the changing rooms, Ginny stripped off her muggle jeans and Weasley jumper, and slipped into her quidditch gear. Grabbing her broom, Ginny headed out to the pitch, the fresh morning due still settling on the blades of grass.

Kicking off, Ginny sawed through the air- not noticing her teammates confused looks from below. None of them wore their quidditch gear- wearing jogging bottoms and oversized hoodies- and were still waking up to the early session. Ginny didn't seem to mind the time, for she needed to forget about the fear that crawled inside her- the constant worrying for others she loved.

The time at the burrow was dreadful. Being the only child, Ginny had trouble speaking to anyone. Back to back meetings were held- order members only- so Ginny spent most of her time wondering around the house, or familiarising herself with the wilderness outside.

It frustrated her that Molly forbid anyone discussing Order matters when her daughter was present- even though Ginny played a big part in Dumbledores army, and battled death eaters alongside the Orders members. To her, Ginny was still a child- too young and naive to make her own decisions- and sometimes Ginny let her. Fred and George often acted like children- but yet still had a seat at the table for meetings- so why not her?

Molly was a head strong woman, and made sure she stayed the head of the family; knowing everyone's business. Her opinion and decision was final, and no one questioned it. Ginny loved her mother dearly, but often found herself feeling suffocated around her- like her presence felt the same as if Ginny were locked inside a cupboard.

Luckily, over time, Ginny got used to her mothers ways, and settled on rolling off her speeches, and taking a breath, but sometimes Ginny considered calling her out- demanding a reasonable answer.

But that could never happen.

Molly sacrificed too much of her life for her family to allow Ginny to contradict her. She'd have to listen to the meetings another way.

Cutting through the clouds, Ginny finally stopped flying upwards, and settled on her height, gliding over the pillows of clouds, rather than distancing herself from them.
Looking down on the white candy floss, Ginny felt at peace. The calm motion of rolling peach clouds made Ginny's thumping heart rest.

It is so peaceful up here. Ginny thought to herself.

She'd like to take Draco up here one day- gliding over the clouds side by side. Maybe that could help him move on from the pressure of living with death eaters.
On the last few weeks of school, Ginny began to feel as if he was hiding something from her- sneaking away from the hall and disappearing for hours. Although the two were very close- they had never said they loved each other- though it was clear they did. Neither could find the courage to say it. Ginny never thought to ask him because she never had the time. Their secret meetings had become shorter and shorter; towards the end it was merely secret glances in the halls. Ginny had no idea if he was okay and it was driving her mad.

"Ginny!" Yelled a voice from below.

Startled, Ginny hadn't realised she was now in the clouds, and had been for a long time. Her teammates below called up to her, desperately trying to bring her down.

Pointing her broom head down, Ginny brushed her chest against the wood and lowered it, till the foggy clouds no longer clogged her view. As she emerged into the light, Ginny saw her entire team and coaches standing up and watching the clouds in anticipation. Two of her teammates had their brooms in hand- debating if they should go up and find Ginny.

"Weasley! You better explain yourself!" Bellowed her head coach, Jones, as Ginny neered the ground.

"I'm sorry-"

"Voldemort is back and you go above the clouds on your own?!" Jones screamed in fear, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Hey- take it easy on her. They came to her brothers wedding and now her brother and friends are missing. Give the girl a break." Smiled Georgia Kipper, walking towards Ginny as her feet touched the ground.

"Thanks G." Ginny smiled.

"No problem Cherry." She smiled in return.

"Fine- but you had us sick to death. You are still classed as a child Ginevra, so if you were to go missing, it'll be on my head." Jones declared, as she turned to the rest of the team, "We wasted enough time as it is. I want everyone up in the air in ten."

Jumping to action, the team dashed to the changing rooms, while Ginny shifted from foot to foot- already dressed in her quidditch robes. Jones glanced at Ginny, then huffed, walking over to her.

"I know I may have over reacted, but you are my youngest player. The team loves you and if you were to be taken- I'm not sure they'd ever be the same again." She spoke. "Oh and the Bulgarian Quidditch Team coach contacted me, saying that you and their seeker, Krum, had a bit of a run in at your brothers wedding. As a manager I'd drag you all the way to Bulgaria and force you to apologise..." Jones said, as Ginny's face dropped, "... But as your coach, fellow witch and friend... nice job." She smiled, patting her on the back, before walking inside to gather all the quidditch equipment.

Beaming, Ginny turned to the sky and sighed in relief.

October sky is such a good film! Xx