just the two of us ☼ ginny weasley

[on a slight break for now]

adele evans was often told that love was like a flower.

wilting.

falling.

rooting.

rising.

blooming.

the sun would look upon that flower, that love, and either cherish it or destroy it in a flame of blaze. scorched to ashes.

adele desired to watch the flower of love wilt, fall, root, rise, and bloom before her very eyes. she was determined to prove to the sun how much she cherished ginny weasley, and not even the brightest thing on the planet would outshine the love she felt for her.

ginny weasley x OC
deathly hallows | post-war