RP: Spooky!
Characters: Cho Chang, Jun Chang (NPC), Percy Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and George Weasley?
Date: 7th of July, 1999
Location: Chinatown.
Status: Semi-Private.
Summary: Time for ghosts to come back to earth.
Completion: In-progress.
Somehow, getting ready to go to the festival was harder than Cho expected. Even after she had dressed, she found herself sitting at the kitchen table as if she had nowhere to go, and when she finally got up it was to inspect her hair for the thirteenth time. (Still black, still long, etc.)
There was nothing to be frightened about. Yes, 'ghosts' were 'present now', meaning that until they performed the rites there was a chance of being bothered by one - and except for the fact that ghosts did not exist, this was troubling in the vague way that childhood superstitions usually were. Cho had a sudden thought of mum and Cedric dropping by to say hello, and smoothed her skirt unhappily. Was it awful, really, not to want to see either of them ever again? Both for entirely different reasons, of course. Perhaps I should be burning a letter, too.
The real reason Cho was afraid, honestly, had nothing to do with any of the festivities: Ginny would probably be at Percy's flat, waiting to head off. And if she could somehow convince Ginny that everything was all right, and not to hate her anymore, she had the idea that the rest of the family would be hundreds of times easier to win over. But goodness, she hadn't expected Ginny to be so intimidating. Truthfully, the only thing that would have frightened her more would be going to the festival with Percy's parents, but at least that also would have been funny.
Her other- less important - worry happened to be that someone would make fun of the festival. It was all right for her to make light of it, but that was because she still faintly believed in it; because of this, Cho had no idea what she would do if she had to defend it all. Laugh along? Stomp away angrily?
Probably just stand there.
She was still mulling over this when she finally apparated, holding onto her bag for dear life. Percy's flat came spiraling into view, and Cho found that this time, it was that much easier. She recovered quickly, and regained some semblance of a confident posture before being seen.
"Hello? Are you ready to go?"
Date: 7th of July, 1999
Location: Chinatown.
Status: Semi-Private.
Summary: Time for ghosts to come back to earth.
Completion: In-progress.
Somehow, getting ready to go to the festival was harder than Cho expected. Even after she had dressed, she found herself sitting at the kitchen table as if she had nowhere to go, and when she finally got up it was to inspect her hair for the thirteenth time. (Still black, still long, etc.)
There was nothing to be frightened about. Yes, 'ghosts' were 'present now', meaning that until they performed the rites there was a chance of being bothered by one - and except for the fact that ghosts did not exist, this was troubling in the vague way that childhood superstitions usually were. Cho had a sudden thought of mum and Cedric dropping by to say hello, and smoothed her skirt unhappily. Was it awful, really, not to want to see either of them ever again? Both for entirely different reasons, of course. Perhaps I should be burning a letter, too.
The real reason Cho was afraid, honestly, had nothing to do with any of the festivities: Ginny would probably be at Percy's flat, waiting to head off. And if she could somehow convince Ginny that everything was all right, and not to hate her anymore, she had the idea that the rest of the family would be hundreds of times easier to win over. But goodness, she hadn't expected Ginny to be so intimidating. Truthfully, the only thing that would have frightened her more would be going to the festival with Percy's parents, but at least that also would have been funny.
Her other- less important - worry happened to be that someone would make fun of the festival. It was all right for her to make light of it, but that was because she still faintly believed in it; because of this, Cho had no idea what she would do if she had to defend it all. Laugh along? Stomp away angrily?
Probably just stand there.
She was still mulling over this when she finally apparated, holding onto her bag for dear life. Percy's flat came spiraling into view, and Cho found that this time, it was that much easier. She recovered quickly, and regained some semblance of a confident posture before being seen.
"Hello? Are you ready to go?"