| George paced the back hallway that he had years ago claimed to be his. It was in the perfect location. The exit to the Quidditch pitch was just at the end of the hall, almost all the secret passageways started here, and no one ever came down this hallway . . . except for today. George looked up quickly as he heard someone's footsteps reverberate through the cathedral ceiling hallway. He frowned as he saw it was Ginny. No good could come out of this. "Gin, what's wrong?" he asked softly as she came closer. Ginny, eyes red and puffy, ran the last little way, clinging on to him as he wrapped his arms around her. "He . .. he," she said through to sobs, not able to say what she wanted to. "What did Harry do?" George asked, knowing Ginny more than she ever thought he did. "He kissed another girl," she sobbed, clinging to him more. "There's . . . Ginny, there's no way . . . he loves you." She shook her head violently as George sighed softly. "It's going to be okay Gin, I promise." He pulled her closer to him, letting her rest her head against his chest. Her sobs of hurt slowly started to suppress as he stroked her hair. "Shh . . . Ginny, I promise . . .something happened . . . you know that there's no way that Harry did that on purpose." Ginny glaired at him and said softly. "So you're telling me that he slipped and his lips cushioned the fall against hers?" George chuckled. "No, I'm saying that it was who ever the girl was that made the move." Ginny thought about this for a moment and then rested her head back against his chest, not saying anything. George looked up again as more footsteps could be heard coming around the corner. He smiled as he saw Angelina. She tilted her head, mouthing what's wrong. George mouthed back that he would tell her later and Angelina nodded her head, giving him thumbs up. He blushed a little as she made her way back around the corner. Ginny and I can talk about her some other time, he thought to himself, remembering that it was Ginny that needed his help right now. |
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| eh . . .. alright . . . I need plot ideas. Any one want to help me out? |
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| ((need some plot ideas . . .get caught up . . .you know . . . the works.)) |
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| ((Well, this role play has died and I find it tragic. It was fun when it was actually a role play, but now it just makes me sad. I hope you all that are still here have fun with it, but consider this my resignation.)) |
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