spice up my Saturday, bay-bee.
Mein family is going to the movies this afternoon, so you know what that means ... HOUSE TO MYSELF! I didn't feel like going. I'm not a big "movie in the theater" kinda girl, plus I'm covered in ink and paint. I'm serious. I have paint on my face, my entire left arm is covered in ink and I have paint all over my clothes. :( YES, I WAS DRAWING
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"When you're older, Ginny, you'll understand." Percy leaned back and turned his head to look at her profile. "We can't keep meeting like this."
"I do understand," she countered, eyes looked in front of her, focusing on the thoughts in her head. She was quiet for a moment before saying, "and yes, Mum would have a fit if she knew I've left Grimmauld."
There was a flapping of wings as the pigeons settled in once more.
"We wouldn't have to if you'd apologize."
"It's not my fault, Ginny." Percy said this calmly but firmly.
"Besides Mum, I'm the only one standing by you. Or at least now. You're with me, don't lie to me or yourself."
"You know it's not my fault. I'm only doing what's good for the Wizarding World."
Ginny stretched out her legs and looked Percy in the eye. The afternoon sunlight cast a golden hue to her eyes and her hair. Percy wanted to reach out and touch her, but instead curled his hand into a fist.
"But what about what's good for the family?"
"Don't ask me to choose."
"I'm not here to patch up peace for everyone else." She stood up and looked down at Percy for a long time before saying simply, "I have to get home."
Percy's curled fist clenched tighter, but not with anger.
"Bye, Percy." She began to walk away.
"When will I see you again?"
Ginny turned around. In a voice he could barely hear she replied, "I don't know.
"I just ask that you ask me not to choose."
She began to walk away again, backwards.
"It looks like you already have," she said in the same soft voice, turned around and ran.
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