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firebloomcd · 4 years ago

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lovegood-lvna:

“I bring only the best treats for my best friend. They’re freshly made from this morning,” Luna said with a beaming smile, hugging her friend back tightly. There was something to be said about the way that Luna poured her heart out to others in creative ways. She enjoyed painting her friends, and baking for them - small gestures of love that Luna could pour herself into. Her friends deserved the world, and no matter what else might be going on, what craziness with the returned, Luna wanted her friends to know she was there.

“Just don’t tell your coach that you’ve consumed copious amounts of sugar because of me, I don’t want her to come looking for me,” Luna grinned. She slipped her jacket off, hanging it up by the door - the weather was pleasant outside, but Luna of all people knew how quickly the air could shift, especially in Britain. “It’s like the universe knew I should come precisely at this moment.”

Luna settled onto the sofa. Ginny’s home was comfortable, and it made Luna long for that sense of independence that she’d lost since moving back in with her father. It was necessary, she supposed, for work - but she missed being able to come and go whenever she wanted, not having to answer to anyone. “Things are going really well. Our readership is hitting levels that we only saw during the war again. Somehow, our reputation as a paper that prints the truth and isn’t influenced by whatever the ministry wants to spin has managed to stick in people’s heads. Now that the Returned are coming back, people are turning to us again. Dad really needed my help, he’s struggling to keep up with demand on his own. It’s wonderful really….I haven’t seen him quite this happy in years. He loves the Quibbler, as do I….and it’s nice for people to be taking us seriously.”

Luna reached for a cup, filling it with tea and popping a sugar cube in. “How are things at the Harpies? I have tickets for the next game…I’m still wondering precisely how to make a hat that shows my support, but I’m sure I’ll get there.”

“You are nothing less than an angel.” Ginny grinned, her adoration of the other clear. Of course, she would always love Luna, but their friendship like all friendships was always improved by the addition of baked goods. She often admired Luna’s way of showing affection, the way the woman filled these small gift with love. Ginny had never been able to focus on a creative project long enough to produce anything worth gifting. Her love was vocal, physical, to be found in how she defended her friends, in the compliments she gave.

“Don’t worry, it will be our secret. I’ll just work extra hard to counteract all the sugar in my system.” She laughed, getting comfortable on the sofa beside her friend. “That’s great news. I mean, it’s good your dad is happy, but it’s more important to me that you’re happy.” Ginny paused for a moment, wanting to approach the topic far more delicately than she usually was capable of doing. “Honestly, I just didn’t think you’d go back to the Quibbler when you came home. After everything you saw and did; I guess I was expecting you to open a zoo for magical creatures or something.” She worried a lot, that Luna was only back at the Quibbler for the sake of her dad. She was living her dream, or as close as she could get, being on the Harpies. She wanted nothing less for Luna.

“They’re good, really. I’m hoping to get promoted onto the team proper for this season, then you getting tickets will actually be worth it.” Her tone was teasing, it meant so much to her that her friends and family came to the games even when there was no guarantee of her playing. She still felt like a bit of a disappointment, but that was something she had to deal with. “I’m sure you’ll come up with something. You’ve always been so creative.”

#( ginny & luna. )#( ginny & luna; 001. )#( interaction. )#( location; ginny's cottage. )#( date; 310702. )

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firebloomcd · 4 years ago

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location: ginny’s cottage, holyhead

status: @firebloomcd

date: 08.08.02

It was Thursday, Ted reminded himself as he landed on a hearth that was very much not his. Thursday. Not Wednesday. Thursday the eight and not Wednesday the seventh. He had been to the Ministry yesterday, Wednesday, for his weekly check-in. Not three days after being released. Not two and a half days after an Unspeakable had managed to make their way through his wards and into his house, a task Voldemort hadn’t even been able to accomplish. Somehow, despite knowing it was indeed Thursday, Ted had ended up at the Ministry today. He chalked it up to his head, not on straight since he had returned. Merlin, how he hated that term. One accidentally trip to the Ministry not withstanding, this floo diversion, that lead to him landing a little too hard on his elbow on a hearth that was not his, made absolutely no sense at all. He had the Ministry on his mind on his last travel. He always had the Ministry on his mind now but as he got up and brushed himself off, a poor attempt at not tracking dust and debris from the fireplace into the unfamiliar room, Ted couldn’t say how he had gotten here. He was thinking of the floral shop near Hogsmeade, Dogweed and Deathcap. That had been the whole point of bearing the floo in the first place, popping in to his favorite little village to get some flowers and a nice bottle of wine, not wandering all over the country by the worse mode of transportation possible. Wincing, he stood up fully and turned to face the damned fireplace that led him here. He didn’t want to go back in, never enjoying the smell or feeling or result of floo travel, but he had to get home. Well, to Hogsmeade then home. The only problem was, as he took it upon himself to search the mantle, there wasn’t any floo powder anywhere.

Ginny was glad to be home. Training in the summer meant there was less mud, but it was also almost too hot to breathe sometimes. It was these sorts of days that made her glad to live alone. No jostling with her brothers as to who got to shower first, no-one banging on the bathroom door to tell her to hurry up, no-one to wake her up from the nap she fell into almost immediately after changing into comfy clothes. At least that was the plan, scuppered by the noise of her fireplace whooshing into life which woke her. She wasn’t expecting anyone to be coming through the floo, so it was with a certain amount of trepidation that she made her way down the stairs.

Whoever, or whatever, she had been expecting to see, it hadn’t been Ted Tonks. It was a relief at least, and she pocketed her wand, her voice cheery as she spoke.

“I think you got lost, Uncle Ted.” She moved into the room proper, taking in the dust and debris which had covered her rug. Perhaps she was getting more like her mother as she was getting older, the urge to clean it was strangely strong. “Unless you meant to come and visit, which would be lovely. I’d appreciate warning next time though.” It was clear Ginny was teasing, heading over to the bookshelf where she kept her floo powder.

“Do you want something to drink? Tea?”

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firebloomcd · 4 years ago

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🐫 + 006

meme | ask

006 | A talent hidden from others

Ginny doesn’t hide talents. She shows them off. Her most unusual is that she can lick her elbow.

#unspeakablecharm #( answered. )

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firebloomcd · 4 years ago

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🐫 02

meme | ask

002 | A lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

Ginny had a pretty massive crush on Oliver Wood for the two years they were both at Hogwarts. She just couldn’t help it, he was good at Quidditch and passionate about it. It went away when he graduated and she didn’t see him frequently.

#ofceridwen #( answered. )

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firebloomcd · 4 years ago

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🐫🐪 - 005

meme | ask

005 | A childhood mischief their parents don’t know about

Where to begin? No matter the mischief, Molly and Arthur tended to be quite good at sniffing out their children’s schemes. Over one summer when she was ten, Ginny slowly replaced each and every family picture with various photos of Celestina Warbeck which she had cut out of magazines. Molly finally noticed in late August. So technically, they did find out about this particular mischief, but it was blamed on Fred and George so Ginny counts it as a win.

#spareheir #( answered. )

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firebloomcd · 4 years ago

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🐫 003

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003 | A secret wish or desire ( also asked by @spareheir )

Ginny is normally pretty open about what she wants. For it to remain a secret, it would have to be something she knows is selfish or wrong to want. Sometimes, she wishes Harry had asked some other person how to get to Platform 9 3/4. Maybe then they wouldn’t have lost Fred. It’s not a sensible wish, or a good one, but it’s there.

#lovegood-lvna #( answered. )

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firebloomcd · 4 years ago

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It’s HUMP DAY!

Half way through the week and time for a little fun, guys. Reblogging the meme means you are both accepting asks from it and sending out asks to other. 🐫

Let’s reveal some things that are hidden this week! Send the 🐫 + a number to have the receiving character reveal something.

001 | A heavy, emotional secret

002 | A lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

003 | A secret wish or desire

004 | A secret crush

005 | A childhood mischief their parents don’t know about

006 | A talent hidden from others

007 | A fear they have that they don’t tell anyone about

008 | A keepsake item that they don’t talk about

009 | An activity they secretly want to do with your character

010 | An excerpt from a journal/diary/sketchbook/etc they don’t normally share

#( memes. )