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[freedginny]

Who: Ginny Weasley and Open to Friends and Family
What: Wake-up Call at St. Mungo’s
Where: St. Mungo’s
When: Tuesday, May 9, 2000
Rating: PG-13?
Status: Incomplete

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[augury_corner]

Michael stood at the door to Ginny's room, drumming his fingers on the bunch of flowers he held. This was his last stop, before he went and met Ernie to get his wand. He had already visited a handful of friends at the Hospital, but bringing himself to this particular door felt sort of... odd. Michael wasn't even sure he should be here. They had ended so poorly, and it had been ages ago.

He fidgeted with the bouquet- a standard 'get well' arrangement. I'll bet a plethora of Weasleys are behind this door too... He thought, drudging up the old chestnut between he and Ron, even though his interview with the man had been perfectly pleasant if a bit... distant.

Michael twisted the knob and peered inside. "Oy..." He called out, unintentionally sounding like the brooding and relatively dark teenager that he had been those years ago. He felt his resolve briefly shift- he shouldn't be here. She'd want Potter, or Luna, or Neville. Not really him. "How're you uh... feeling there, Ginny?"

[freedginny]

She took a few, slow, deep breaths no one was there, they'd let her rest or gone to get coffee or something. She pushed her hair out of her face as the door opened. She blinked slightly as the light from the hallway spilled in and she couldn't really see who it was until her eyes adjusted. There was a surprise. Michael Corner? It was definetely odd, they hadn't ended well, alll those years ago. It seemed like a whole different lifetime.

There was a lump in her throat, which she forced herself to swallow. "Corner?" she asked, her voice cracked a little, she cleared her throat, "Come in." she said, moving to push herself to sit up.

She had to look a damn fright with a bandage on her forehead that was surrounded by dark bruises that looked like she'd been bashed over the head with a bludger bat. Her leg was immobilized and she had cuts and bruises in various degrees of healing. A part of her thought that maybe he was there to poke fun at her, but then she saw the flowers.

[augury_corner]

Inwardly Michael winced the moment he saw Ginny trying to sit up. His eyes skated immediately to the large bandage on the young woman's head. His mouth was slightly agape, not really used to seeing Ginny, let alone Ginny like this. There had been days that he thought she sort of deserved it, when she mouthed off about some thrashing Ravenclaw would get. But then... Michael was guilty of that too, wasn't he? Either way, it was so long ago. Four years...

His grey gaze swept discreetly over her, futilely trying to gauge her condition with just his eyes. His hands fidgeted with the bouquet, and Michael cleared his throat. Clearly, he was uncomfortable, almost awkward teenager uncomfortable. "Uh well, these are from me- Ernie and me, that is. But I'm sure he'll be 'round to see you just the same."

They'd been from just him, but somehow his mind needed an attachment, or else Ginny would mistake his purpose. Michael was just sure of it. Again he cleared his throat, and he repeated his question. "How're you feeling then?"

[freedginny]

Everyone mouthed off in school, they were kids then. And Ravenclaw had usually gotten a sound thrashing. "They're very nice." she said, looking to the flowers, well this was all awkward, it wasn't like they'd spoken much over the years, let alone since he'd come out of the closet. When she had found out that he was with Ernie, his angsting had made more sense to her, it wasn't like he'd wanted her back then, she was just arm candy.

It took her a minute to really think about how she felt. She wrinkled her nose slightly, "I sort of feel like I took a bludger to the head at 60 feet up." she sighed, her brain was all manner of jumbled and her ankle was shot. Even with the healing potions, she would probably have problems with it in the future.