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Feel free to comment here with any constructive criticism on how I play Ginny Weasley. Am I doing something wrong? Let me know so I can fix it. Am I doing something right? It would be good to let me know, too, so I can keep on doing it!

Anonymous is on and all are screened. But please, keep it clean. ♥

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HMD I. II. III.

If you're trying to be flattering, calling me a "sexy redhead" isn't the best way to go about it. But I suppose you, whoever you are, feel better for it because it's unsigned. But the chocolates were lovely.

And I haven't gotten flowers in a long while, so that was nice too, I suppose.



... still an awkward curse, though, isn't it.

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[ OFF-NETWORK | ANONYMOUSLY SENT ]

( Peter Pevensie )


( Claire Bennet )


( Robert Chase )


( Amory Felix )


( Sirius Black )


( Remus Lupin )


( Harry Potter | folded and tucked behind his portrait in the Hall of Missing )


[ooc; OH GOD SOB. Okay. Canon that Ginny writes awful poetry. She tried to fight the curse as best she could, but the only thing she could manage to do was change the handwriting on ALL OF THESE and they were ANONYMOUS but some are so painfully obviously from her. So feel free to have your characters find these slid under their doors or in a pocket or whatnot.

And even if a poem isn't up here, if you want to say your character got a REALLY HORRIBLE POEM, feel free! Especially if they know Ginny.

... scream.]

Ginny Weasley is flying. She lives, breathes and dreams it because it is a freedom robbed from her at the Hogwarts whose corridors have become the silent battlegrounds of student revolt. And while her dreams are often plagued with that darkness, today’s afternoon nap is filled with light – literally, a dazzling sun – as her scarlet and gold Quidditch robes whip through the summer air.

( 'Ginevra's dress is far too low-cut,' Auntie Muriel said in a carrying whisper. )


[ooc; A surreal take on Bill and Fleur's wedding at The Burrow. Visitors to Ginny's dream may see people from her world (her parents, her brothers, any of the trio, for example) but won't be able to interact with them - they'll all be strangely elusive because that's how they are to Ginny's subconscious.

Places: The Burrow in general, so, the orchard, the garden, the house... Creepy forest is literally nightmare material so... er, venture there at your own risk, I guess. THIS IS MOSTLY A HAPPY DREAM.]

[ voice ]

Weasleys. Red hair, freckles, and as the Malfoys liked to put it, more children than they can afford. Pureblooded blood traitors, too, but I suppose I'll get on explaining that in a moment.

( SO MUCH WEASLEY TL;DR IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY )

And... well, I'd usually want to hex the City six ways to Sunday for making me prattle on this much against my will but I actually don't mind it so much this time. Maybe because it's family.

Now I need a bloody huge glass of water.


[ooc; HOLY SHIT SO MUCH TL;DR. I'm sorry. Weasleys are a big family, okay. D: ]

I've half a mind to cast a Memory Charm after that weekend.

But I'm not sure who I want to cast it on more: myself... or someone else.

It's a beautiful evening, isn't it?

I'd say it's perfect for a fly about, and really, it is, but I think it's a bit stupid to go off all alone when I've got so many wonderful friends right here in this City! I should spend more time with them; it's right idiotic to hide in this empty cabin. For Godric's sake, I'm sixteen - hm, or is it seventeen? Oh, whatever, point is it isn't like me to just sulk when I've got so much reason to be HAPPY!

Everyone from my world's left but it's selfish to be upset about it. They're back home where they belong! And we win the war, Harry's alive and Tom is finally gone, so... Merlin's beard, I can't believe I haven't realised that I've so much to celebrate! ♥

Peter's right, I ought to decorate the cabin, it needs a bit more life. Honestly, what was I thinking? Stupid to think I'd be spending Christmas alone, I'm not, I've Crookshanks and Arnold. And what better way to feel closer to Mum than to try some of her recipes?

I FEEL LOADS BETTER ALREADY! ♥


[ooc; Watch out, everyone. It's an anti-angst!Ginny and she's been having a crap time of it lately so... I apologise in advance for the sparkling hearts. |D;; ]

( PRIVATE // hexed unhackable )

Bloody nuisance, those visitors over the weekend. Nosy things. And I've had my fair share of that curse, but it never gets any less irritating.

Hope no one was asked anything too scarring.

About this weekend.

Never again. Safer for the sanity of all concerned, I expect.

Especially mine. And Harry's. And Peter's. And... oh, bollocks. Blasted City.


[ filtered against Tom Riddle ]

... Right, all. For those who've no idea who I am and saw the cursed me this weekend, let's clear a few things up. The name's Ginny Weasley, not Gawain. Girl, not bloke. First girl in seven generations, in fact, and I'm bloody proud of it, too.

No offense to my brothers, of course. They're brilliant and I love them. But I'm rather fond of my normal self.

[ video ]

Oi.

[Suddenly, the exasperatedly amused and freckled features of a redheaded young man fills the screen. Judging by the jostling about, he's trying to wrestle the network device from - was that a meow? - a cat. Namely, Crookshanks.]

Come on, you. Give it back. I said—oi, that hurt, you bloody cat!

[A few more confusing moments and finally a triumphant HA! as the redhead emerges the victor. He holds the Muggle thing and smirks down at Crookshanks then to the camera, bright brown eyes twinkling with a familiar Weasley mischief. And why not? They do belong, after all, to a Weasley.]

Alright, so I expect it's another one of those weekends, isn't it? The mad ones. Shouldn't stop a bloke from going for a proper fly about, right? Didn't think so.

[Laughter.]

Curses and cats can't stop Gawain Weasley from playing Quidditch!

[And he goes to turn it off. But pauses then wheels the camera back around, peeeeering into it. These words are directed at particular male acquaintances. You know who you are.]

So you lot coming or what?


( ooc )

[ accidental audio ]

Boys.

[Have some irritable door slamming, network.]

Bloody hell.

[And something rather like the purring of Crookshanks at Ginny's heels and her next words are directed at the feline.]

They ought to just stay well out of trouble or Godric help me, I'll hex the lot of them myself! It's trouble enough that Hermione's gone home, I just can't—





Oh, don't tell me this is... of all the—

[click.]



[ooc; Ginny Weasley has had a loooong weekend. |D Prod at your own risk. Cabin occupants, feel free to have noticed that Ginny was strangely absent for most of Saturday.]

[ accidental voice ]

Mum.

[The voice is faint, as if far away from the recording device, but the urgency and tightly controlled panic is clear.]

Dad, they're coming. They know we've broken the wards—hurry!

[Fumbling, a rush of static. Voices, mostly indistinct, but there's a woman's and several other men, a series of harsh cracks signaling sudden Apparations. An older man's voice, possibly Arthur Weasley himself, orders Ginny to hold on tight. And then—


CRACK.


In a forest clearing, Ginny Weasley appears, stumbling in the wake of Side-Along Apparation.]


Dad? Dad, where are you?

[A pause, during which Ginny's quick breaths are very audible. Calm. Be calm. Death Eaters might have taken her family but panicking won't do any good.]

Fred! George!

I don't... Mum? Auntie Muriel? This isn't—

... oh, God.


[ooc; Ginny Weasley's back in your City, updated to the moment the Weasley family had to abandon the Burrow for Great Aunt Muriel's safe house. Why? Because they're blood traitors and now that Voldy and his folks know a Weasley's with Potter, they've gone after the whole bunch. Ginny's memories of the City are shaky but she'll get them all back when she's had some explanations and a rest.]

[ video ]

The recording starts when Ginny sets her network device on her bed, the lens at an awkward angle so that all you can see are her bare feet and the swish of her dressing gown as she makes her way to the door. Those English and their tea times.

When the door swings open, those feet freeze, and there is a gasp from the redheaded witch.

"This isn't the..."

The door opens a bit more and it obscures Ginny entirely, the camera filled with floor and door and nothing else.

"... The Room? But it can't—Merlin's beard, Neville?" Ginny sounds excited now, her voice oddly echoing, as if she's shouting into a stone room in a castle, not down the hallway of a cabin. "Seamus! Ernie, Parv—!"

And Ginny runs through the door without another word and it swings shut behind her.

The recording shuts off on its own.


[ooc; Ginny Weasley has left the City for an update! And I'm off to the airport in a few. SEE YOU GUYS ON THE OTHER SIDE! :D]

In my world, the Ministry of Magic keeps an eye on underaged magic with something called the Trace.

You can't do a thing with your wand outside of school until you turn 17 years old—which is when you're legally an adult. Then you can go about and hex your brothers or do your chores with a spell (if Mum isn't looking) without worrying about Ministry officials sending a very stern owl.

Technically, my Trace breaks today. But I've been doing underaged magic here for ages so... it's all kind of anticlimactic, isn't it?

Well, still. Happy birthday to me, I suppose.


[ooc; THREADJACK EVERYWHERE, YOU GUYS! I LOVE IT. Random action, etc, I don't care. 8) ]

[ filtered from Harry Potter // UNHACKABLE or so Remus wishes ]

Dinner?
gardens quid gloves useless
can't charm a broom can I?
last year.

What is a good gift for a young man when one is a tight budget. A very tight budget. Handmade gifts are not only acceptable but preferenced.



[ooc; While making tea, Ginny Weasley's network device was hijacked by one Remus Lupin to pose the question of wtf to get for Harry's birthday. Apparently Remus also fails at filters. First half of the entry in strikes was Ginny's brainstorming fail.]

It's definitely been an eventful few days, though they weren't entirely bad.

I mean, this is probably the first time I've enjoyed myself on a cursed day—not that that's any invitation to keep them coming, City! But—

... oh, bollocks, that probably means it's going to happen now.


[ooc; Open for 4th walling at midnight! Um, also, no double Ginnies? And for the love of God, don't tell her she's from a book. XD I AM OFF TO PERFORM IN A CONCERT NOW but i will reply asap. ♥ ]

Today's been feeling a bit off. Not sure why, exactly, since I'm quite certain I was perfectly fine yesterday. I'd better not be getting ill—I thought the City was done with all that.

But now that I think about it, I reckon it's the heat. Nothing a trip to the beach won't fix, eh, Hermione? We really ought to follow through with that brilliant idea of yours, cursed or no.

What d'you lot think?

private |

Harry, could we talk?


[ooc; Ginny Weasley's kryptonite = glasses. Specifically, the glasses of a certain green-eyed young man with a scar on his forehead. 8D hey, if you think that's mean, be glad i didn't go through with the diary idea.

SOB I'M SORRY PLACEHOLDER. Need sleep desperately but also needed to get this post up. Will reply in like 6 hours i swear ilu all. BACK!]

( [ private // HEXED UNHACKABLE ] )

The twins left the City.

Before you ask, yeah, I'm sure. I checked.

[ voice ]

It's been ages since I've properly seen a meteor shower.

[chuckling] Well, without having to take notes on it for Astronomy, of course.

I wonder if it'll happen again.


[ooc; bed for me! will reply later. ♥]