RP: Finding a little piece of freedom
Date: 31 August 2005
Character(s): Ginny Weasley
Location: London [Freedom]
Status: Public-ish [Muggle nightclub]
Summary: Ginny has a night out.
Completion: Complete
It'd been a hellacious day at work, with one of their oldest long-term patients going into arrest just before lunch and it'd taken both herself and her mentor working together to get Mr. Ringlittle stabilized enough to hand over to the invasive procedures team.
In the end their efforts were in vain, the Lead Healer snapping off his protective mask as he entered the staff room and gave them the bad news. Ginny had nodded absently, her gaze taking on a far-away glint before pushing her way past the wizard out of the small, suffocating room and racing up the flights of stairs to the long-term ward. Healer Asklepion had found her there a few minutes later, staring at the empty bed and had piled six assignments on her without mercy before stalking away. Ginny had spent the remainder of the afternoon pulling down dusty tombs from the hospital's library in something of a daze.
Now, looking up at her reflection in the mirror, Ginny loosed a nervous laugh to see her reflection, her signature, scarlet hair was now a glistening jet black and a flick and swish of her wand glamoured the freckles from her face, neck and hands. A tired smile curled on her lips as she looked at a veritable stranger but just one detail remained that bothered her and another pass of her wand handled that nicely, if not temporarily. A pair of grey eyes looked back at her now and she smoothed her hand over her hip, turning to check the line of the second-hand store jumpsuit. It'd been an odd find, something that looked like it belonged in her parent's era rather than her own but somehow she thought it would fit in where she was going.
Giving a cheeky wave to the stranger in the mirror, Ginny breathed a sigh of relief as she climbed the staircase down to the first floor and let herself out onto her porch, locking the door behind her. She'd left her requisite note on the table for the twins but didn't think much of it - it was a Friday night and even she wasn't dim enough to think either of them would want to spend it with their baby sister. A baby sister who was now wrapping her pale, unfreckled hand around her wand and disapparating, appearing in the alley behind Freedom and quickly tucking her wand out of sight up the one sleeve she did have.
She was only in line for a minute before one of the roaming bouncers tugged her out of the crowd and opened the door for her, submerging her into the already thick heat and smoke of the crowded club. A tall bloke bumped past her and Ginny squeezed between two girls kissing and a bloke dressed in a see-through mesh shirt and black leather pants to get to the edge of the dance floor where she hesitated for only a moment before plunging into the pulsing haze of bodies.
The music paused for only the briefest of seconds before the next song blared to life and Ginny moved to the beat with her anonymous dance partner, a tall, blonde bloke who looked too pretty to be a man and moved with a grace that she associated with professional dancers, his hands finding her hips after a shift in the rhythm brought them closer together and he drew her into the curve of his body. Bending his head, he murmured in her ear. "I really aught to tell you I'm bi."
"I really aught to tell you I don't care." She answered, swiveling her hips as she lifted her hands, sifting through her fingers through the new raven locks that fell loose to her shoulders. He smiled smugly and drew her closer and she let him, moving easily in synch with his dancing, enjoying the liquid heat that rolled off him as it'd been over two months since she'd broken it off with Adrian. Loathe as she was to admit it, the anonymity of the club and her 'disguise' gave her a freedom that was more intoxicating than any liqueur the muggle club might ever serve. She was free, if only for a few hours. Free to dance, free to drink, free to enjoy the flitting, teasing press of another body. Free from being just the 'Weasley' girl. Free from being the rookie intern. Free from patients dying and smelly, old books and the complete sense of failure that seemed to ooze from beneath her skin with every breath.
She'd go to the bar in a few minutes, find more freedom in the searing delights and lose herself in the night as she used to all those years ago.
Character(s): Ginny Weasley
Location: London [Freedom]
Status: Public-ish [Muggle nightclub]
Summary: Ginny has a night out.
Completion: Complete
It'd been a hellacious day at work, with one of their oldest long-term patients going into arrest just before lunch and it'd taken both herself and her mentor working together to get Mr. Ringlittle stabilized enough to hand over to the invasive procedures team.
In the end their efforts were in vain, the Lead Healer snapping off his protective mask as he entered the staff room and gave them the bad news. Ginny had nodded absently, her gaze taking on a far-away glint before pushing her way past the wizard out of the small, suffocating room and racing up the flights of stairs to the long-term ward. Healer Asklepion had found her there a few minutes later, staring at the empty bed and had piled six assignments on her without mercy before stalking away. Ginny had spent the remainder of the afternoon pulling down dusty tombs from the hospital's library in something of a daze.
Now, looking up at her reflection in the mirror, Ginny loosed a nervous laugh to see her reflection, her signature, scarlet hair was now a glistening jet black and a flick and swish of her wand glamoured the freckles from her face, neck and hands. A tired smile curled on her lips as she looked at a veritable stranger but just one detail remained that bothered her and another pass of her wand handled that nicely, if not temporarily. A pair of grey eyes looked back at her now and she smoothed her hand over her hip, turning to check the line of the second-hand store jumpsuit. It'd been an odd find, something that looked like it belonged in her parent's era rather than her own but somehow she thought it would fit in where she was going.
Giving a cheeky wave to the stranger in the mirror, Ginny breathed a sigh of relief as she climbed the staircase down to the first floor and let herself out onto her porch, locking the door behind her. She'd left her requisite note on the table for the twins but didn't think much of it - it was a Friday night and even she wasn't dim enough to think either of them would want to spend it with their baby sister. A baby sister who was now wrapping her pale, unfreckled hand around her wand and disapparating, appearing in the alley behind Freedom and quickly tucking her wand out of sight up the one sleeve she did have.
She was only in line for a minute before one of the roaming bouncers tugged her out of the crowd and opened the door for her, submerging her into the already thick heat and smoke of the crowded club. A tall bloke bumped past her and Ginny squeezed between two girls kissing and a bloke dressed in a see-through mesh shirt and black leather pants to get to the edge of the dance floor where she hesitated for only a moment before plunging into the pulsing haze of bodies.
The music paused for only the briefest of seconds before the next song blared to life and Ginny moved to the beat with her anonymous dance partner, a tall, blonde bloke who looked too pretty to be a man and moved with a grace that she associated with professional dancers, his hands finding her hips after a shift in the rhythm brought them closer together and he drew her into the curve of his body. Bending his head, he murmured in her ear. "I really aught to tell you I'm bi."
"I really aught to tell you I don't care." She answered, swiveling her hips as she lifted her hands, sifting through her fingers through the new raven locks that fell loose to her shoulders. He smiled smugly and drew her closer and she let him, moving easily in synch with his dancing, enjoying the liquid heat that rolled off him as it'd been over two months since she'd broken it off with Adrian. Loathe as she was to admit it, the anonymity of the club and her 'disguise' gave her a freedom that was more intoxicating than any liqueur the muggle club might ever serve. She was free, if only for a few hours. Free to dance, free to drink, free to enjoy the flitting, teasing press of another body. Free from being just the 'Weasley' girl. Free from being the rookie intern. Free from patients dying and smelly, old books and the complete sense of failure that seemed to ooze from beneath her skin with every breath.
She'd go to the bar in a few minutes, find more freedom in the searing delights and lose herself in the night as she used to all those years ago.