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Ginny had been seventeen for days. Part of her had been hoping that something significant would happen. A bolt from the blue would come and strike her now that she as of age. That she would have awoken on Thursday morning and somehow felt different, that would she would have known exactly why. Instead that day had come and gone and the only thing that was really different was that she had more freckles than she'd had before.
It wasn't what she had wanted, but it would have to do.
In her heart she wanted to believe that had she celebrated her seventeenth birthday at home, it would have been a bright and merry affair. There'd have been cake and presents and some sort of explosion that sent her mum off on a rant. But she knew that likely wouldn't have been the case. It was too soon, even though it would have been months by then instead of the measly month she'd had now. Fred would still be gone and countless others. They'd be rebuilding. There wouldn't be much in the way of any of the things she loved.
There wasn't any point in dwelling on that. Stubbornly ignoring any sadness that had hung around her, Ginny had set off to find something to do. Originally intending to go to the beach, dressed for it with shorts and a tank top pulled on over a bikini, she had wandered away from that notion. There had been one of those Muggle playground sets, a bit different from the ones she had seen back in England but definitely worth having a look.
She had gone down the slide a couple of times, hung from the bars and now was seated on one of the swings. Her pace had been slow at first, but as she gradually went faster and faster, gaining height and feeling the amazing lightness of being far off the ground. Just at the top of the arc, she had let go closing her eyes and grinning at the temporary flight taking care to roll as she landed.
Laughing as she pulled a stray twig from her hair, she grinned. "Oh that was brilliant."
[ooc: feel free to have watched her jump. open to any&all, st/lt welcome. :D]
It wasn't what she had wanted, but it would have to do.
In her heart she wanted to believe that had she celebrated her seventeenth birthday at home, it would have been a bright and merry affair. There'd have been cake and presents and some sort of explosion that sent her mum off on a rant. But she knew that likely wouldn't have been the case. It was too soon, even though it would have been months by then instead of the measly month she'd had now. Fred would still be gone and countless others. They'd be rebuilding. There wouldn't be much in the way of any of the things she loved.
There wasn't any point in dwelling on that. Stubbornly ignoring any sadness that had hung around her, Ginny had set off to find something to do. Originally intending to go to the beach, dressed for it with shorts and a tank top pulled on over a bikini, she had wandered away from that notion. There had been one of those Muggle playground sets, a bit different from the ones she had seen back in England but definitely worth having a look.
She had gone down the slide a couple of times, hung from the bars and now was seated on one of the swings. Her pace had been slow at first, but as she gradually went faster and faster, gaining height and feeling the amazing lightness of being far off the ground. Just at the top of the arc, she had let go closing her eyes and grinning at the temporary flight taking care to roll as she landed.
Laughing as she pulled a stray twig from her hair, she grinned. "Oh that was brilliant."
[ooc: feel free to have watched her jump. open to any&all, st/lt welcome. :D]