RP: I'll Hold You Close
Date: Friday, 3 May 1999 | Late Afternoon
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Oliver Wood
Location: Respective Locations
Status: Private
Summary: Ginny owls Oliver.
Completion: Complete
Ginny sat on the bottom steps of a staircase. It was a non-moving kind, so there was no risk of her ending up somewhere entirely different or dropped off into the nothingness at the bottom of the moving staircases. She sat with a quill in hand and a stack of parchment on her lap. She'd been debating with herself for the last fifteen minutes whether she should write to a certain someone or not. Was she being foolish, she wondered? Would he think she was silly?
She shrugged and couldn't push away the desire to write the letter, so she finally groaned and gave in to the urge.
Dear Oliver,
How have you been? Any more news concerning the World Cup? How's flying?
School is making me nearly insane. If I have to transfigure one more thing, I'm liable to turn my partner into a slug. Though no casualities have occurred. Yet. I feel as though I've been revising for half my life, and I'm so ready for NEWTs to just get here already.
I've been flying most days and that has greatly helped to ease the tension of studying and revising and spellwork.
Bill visited me today. Don't know if you heard, but Fleur had the baby. She's beautiful. He named her Genevieve. They call her Gigi. I could barely speak when I first saw her. She's a tiny miracle. So lovely and so precious. So fragile.
I don't suppose I have anything of great importance to share with you. Was just thinking of you and thought I would write. I've missed you. I hope you've been well. Write when you have time.
YoursAlways, Ginny
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Oliver Wood
Location: Respective Locations
Status: Private
Summary: Ginny owls Oliver.
Completion: Complete
Ginny sat on the bottom steps of a staircase. It was a non-moving kind, so there was no risk of her ending up somewhere entirely different or dropped off into the nothingness at the bottom of the moving staircases. She sat with a quill in hand and a stack of parchment on her lap. She'd been debating with herself for the last fifteen minutes whether she should write to a certain someone or not. Was she being foolish, she wondered? Would he think she was silly?
She shrugged and couldn't push away the desire to write the letter, so she finally groaned and gave in to the urge.
Dear Oliver,
How have you been? Any more news concerning the World Cup? How's flying?
School is making me nearly insane. If I have to transfigure one more thing, I'm liable to turn my partner into a slug. Though no casualities have occurred. Yet. I feel as though I've been revising for half my life, and I'm so ready for NEWTs to just get here already.
I've been flying most days and that has greatly helped to ease the tension of studying and revising and spellwork.
Bill visited me today. Don't know if you heard, but Fleur had the baby. She's beautiful. He named her Genevieve. They call her Gigi. I could barely speak when I first saw her. She's a tiny miracle. So lovely and so precious. So fragile.
I don't suppose I have anything of great importance to share with you. Was just thinking of you and thought I would write. I've missed you. I hope you've been well. Write when you have time.
YoursAlways, Ginny