Why was Ginny Weasley standing in a circle of robed and cloaked figures, swathed in black except for her uncovered left arm? Why was the littlest member of a family ruled by a muggle-obsessed patriarch awaiting being branded with the Dark Mark?Category: Completed Short Stories
I dreaded the next time she’d find me in a deserted corridor, and in a strange way I also looked forward to it. I hated the constant bogged-down feeling of being stalked, and yet there was a tiny fluttering of pride presiding somewhere within my stomach walls. The idea that Weasley’s little dolt of a sister was so enamored by me that she needed to see me nigh on every day would bring a smirk to my face in the strangest of instances.Category: Completed Short Stories
Bloody feckin' hilarious, this is!
I LOVED the bit about the storming. ^_^!