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paper in the rain
Mar. 24th, 2004 09:43 pmDiary
Even now, one year later, Ginny doesn't trust any seemingly inanimate object. It takes her hours to just gather the courage to write one character on a parchment nonetheless a twelve inch essay on moonstone properties and she struggles every time she needs to open a book.
She used to think herself such a brave Gryffindor.
But Ginny never speaks of the things she saw. She'll sit with an almost vacant look on her face as she composes herself in class. Only now all of her secrets go on her own skin where she knows they will be washed away.
Even now, one year later, Ginny doesn't trust any seemingly inanimate object. It takes her hours to just gather the courage to write one character on a parchment nonetheless a twelve inch essay on moonstone properties and she struggles every time she needs to open a book.
She used to think herself such a brave Gryffindor.
But Ginny never speaks of the things she saw. She'll sit with an almost vacant look on her face as she composes herself in class. Only now all of her secrets go on her own skin where she knows they will be washed away.
