RP: To the victors belong the spoils

[shh_arabella]

Date: 7 July 2005
Characters: Arabella Figg, many others (will add later)
Location: Stoatshead Hill Quidditch pitch
Status: Semi-private (open to all pairs from the end of the BBBB race)
Summary: The racers and the people whose bonnet they captured have their own picnics around the Quidditch pitch (or elsewhere if they wish)
Completion: Incomplete

Comments

[shh_greg]

Greg nodded and sighed. "Yeah, I do. She was... a wonderful woman. Really courageous to stand up to my father and the Da... Voldemort like that."

He wasn't quite sure what to say. He'd never met Ginny's parents but he'd seen them at the station sometimes, especially her Mum, fussing over her children and usually with Potter in tow.

"I guess... I guess death does that," he said quietly. "Especially if you love them. When I heard Mum had died, I knew I couldn't go back to being the way I was. She wanted me to be something better and, for her sake, I had to do it."

He relaxed into a smile. "You mean no Canary Creams or Puking Pastilles at twenty paces then? Though I think it was all Gryffindor girls we have to watch out for. As Draco could tell you, Hermione's got a mean right hook."

H's smiled broadened. "Yes, she did and I think you're right. You would have to ask her that for yourself." He followed her glance then looked back at her and nodded. "Yeah, it was such a nice day and it was great to get back in the air again. I don't get much of a chance to fly these days."

[shh_ginny]

"S'okay you know, to miss 'em. It's just part of remembering and there's nothing wrong with that. Your mum, she must have felt like you were on the right track and safe," she said softly, not for the first time grateful that her parents had broken with traditional pureblood customs like arranged marriages. Ginny was fairly sure she'd want to slit her wrists if she'd been forced to marry someone like Crabbe or Flint and the fleeting thought made her shiver. "I'm sure she is very proud of you."

Grateful for his more light-hearted smile, she smirked. "I'm pretty sure I could get the twins to make some Canary Creams for me if you really want to be a glutton for punishment," she laughed. "I heard about that. I'd have given up every chocolate frog I had to have seen the look on his face."

"It is, isn't it? Turned out quite lovely, it did. I don't get much of a chance either but I'm going to start making the time," Ginny glanced up, a soft smile on her lips. Looking back at him, she thought about what he'd said, the light flirtation, wondering if it were all just fun or if he was going to take it further. After a moment, she banished her empty beer bottle and, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, said. "Great day, great food... great company. Not sure I could ask for anything without risking lightening striking me. I should probably stop monopolizing you though and head over to the hospital."