RP: Yes, it's possible to work three shifts in a row.

[shh_ginny]

Date: November 21, 2004
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Adrian Pucey, Anyone
Location: Hospital
Status: Public
Summary: Ginny makes rounds at the hospital. Where's Dr. Robert Chase when ya need 'im?
Completion: Complete

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[shh_ginny]

"No, I don't, sorry. It does the job though." Ginny smirked. The potion was one of her blends and she knew it was horrible.

Listening to the attractive Slytherin ramble, the petite redhead nodded sympathetically. She'd heard that sort of thing more than once over the past year but she couldn't help wondering why he sounded defensive, almost apologetic.

She had easily remembered the wizard from Hogwarts and the Slytherin Quidditch team. The attractive, athletic Slytherin had a reputation for being a lady's man with high standards. There was no small number of reasons why she'd never done more than sneak glances in his direction all those years ago, not the least of which being his house followed closely by his reputation. The petite redhead knew she'd been a mouse to his cat back then.

Watching him drink down the potion, she moved forward instinctively supporting his back with a small hand to steady him as she swirled her wand over his ankle, murmuring softly as she closed her eyes, focusing her magic.

'Bloody hell, he doesn't remember me. How did I *get* here?'

You know, the blood-traitors unworthy of notice.

'That's unkind. He's been perfectly sweet. Not at all what I thought he'd be like.'

Opening her eyes, Ginny blinked at his unwavering gaze and stammered, blushing, "How did I end up here? Oh, my family lived here... before... well, always, to be honest."

[shh_adrian]

She concentrated so intensely when she was working her magic. He had forgotten what that felt like - he hadn't done much more than simple, lazy spells in almost a decade, since his NEWTs really. She answered and suddenly he felt like a complete idiot and he shook his head, "No, I knew that, I meant... at the hospital, as a healer and all that." And then he realized he must seem like a complete weird-o to know for no reason at all where she would live, "I must seem an idiot. I simply meant, I knew your family was here. My family never took much store by blood and all, but old wizarding families usually stay in one place for generations... Mine did the same, until us I guess. My parents are living on a little island just south of the States, they got to enjoy the beach and all that." And he laughed, realizing how stupid he must sound.

"Thank you, for the help on my ankle. I'm not sure how the hospital accepts payment, I wouldn't mind helping out with potions and things if you all need an extra hand, or I do have some wizarding gold... I'm still new around here, feel like I'm starting all over again." He paused and then looked at her closely again, and smiled. "It feels good."

[shh_ginny]

Ginny tilted her head, red curly locks spilling over her shoulder as she blinked back a tinge of hurt. "Is it the hospital or me, Adrian?"

"You're obviously uncomfortable and I can't tell if I've said something to make you feel that way." She said with a soft sigh, raking a hand through her hair. The petite redhead was beyond exhausted and felt like a pathetic fool around the handsome wizard.

Focusing on a spot on the wall just over his head, Ginny found the words spilling over her lips in a tired rush. "I apprenticed with St. Mungo's after I graduated and joined the Order. My work with the Order and St. Mungo's got me a field promotion a year early. I ended up back here after we evacuated St. Mungo's."

"Is that what you really wanted to know, Adrian?" Ginny asked softly, without judgement. She felt like she had two left feet around men. Well, men who weren't her brothers.

Yes, mouse.

Bowing her head in resignation, the petite redhead gestured vaguely, waiting for the raven-haired wizard to bolt out the door. "The hospital takes donations for services, Adrian, and I do not charge for my services. Whatever you feel you want to donate is fine. Lyda can help you with that."

[shh_adrian]

Was she kicking him out? What did she mean by the hospital or her? Adrian really wasn't sure what he had said or done so when she paused for a moment, he shook his head. "It's neither, I promise. I'm just, I'm not used to being looked at like you have been. Like I'm a real person and not A Slytherin or A Coward. Since I got back into this world all anyone seems to have cared is about my family's money or my old reputations... Seven years changes people and no one seems to see that about me. Everyone else can walk around with the knowledge that they helped, or are helping, and I'm just that pureblood git to the whole lot of them. You.." He paused and absent mindedly rubbed his shoulder, "you didn't seem to think that way, that's all."

Why did he have to be stepping over his tongue now? With Alicia it was one thing, he was trying to get in her knickers after all, but with the youngest Weasley? Who's older brothers Fred and George would easily hex his balls off if he even saw Adrian speaking to her.

He stood, feeling as if she had given him a brand new ankle, rather than just fix his old one. "Ginny... is it all right if I call you that? I... You seem tired, and I seem like a right moron and I'm afraid I haven't made the best impression. I'd like to help out around here, I don't know what I could do, but if there's an apothecary or potions master, I could help. I'd also like to..." He paused, unsure how she would react but before he let himself stop entirely he rushed the words out quickly hoping she wouldn't Bat Bogey hex him right there, "I'd like to take you out to dinner, if you'd let me."

[shh_ginny]

'Oh. Oh dear.'

Cat got your tongue, dear?

'As a matter of fact...'

"Wow, Adrian." Ginny's eyes widened at his impromptu confession. "I don't know what to say..."

Walking over to him, she laid a small hand on his arm. "You are a real person, Adrian. Don't let anyone make you feel any different. I don't think you are a coward and frankly, I'd hit anyone who called you that. That's be right rude of them, now wouldn't it."

Her smile wobbled as she continued. "Of course you can call me Ginny. We did play Quidditch against each other, after all. Heck, I remember having a bloody hard time catching up to you out there."

"Of course, if you'd like to volunteer your services here, we'd be more than grateful for another person with potion skills." The petite redhead realized her thumb was absently stroking his arm and she pulled her hand away quickly, her face flushing with embarrassment.

Chuckling ruefully, Ginny said. "You're right, I am tired. I've had trouble... sleeping. I know, I know. It's the old joke. Healer, heal thyself."

You're avoiding his question.

"And... well, I'm flattered by your invitation, really, but you don't have to say that to be polite, Adrian." Ginny's voice was soft but unwavering. "But... well... if you really meant that, I'd like that."