“After catching on fire?” Ginny laughed, a genuine moment in their stifled circumstance. “I rather think I’m off the seaside for life!”
But what had she been doing in the interim? Ginny could hardly say that life had been boring in the months since they had severed communications! Life had been average, to be sure—attending balls, paying calls, but wasn’t that the sort of thing young ladies like her were supposed to do, supposed to enjoy?
“My cousin, Mrs. Gwenda Cadwallader, is expecting, so I have been spending a great deal of time with her before she must begin her confinement,” she offered instead. Gwenda would make a tremendous, if...exuberant mother, and she would miss her cousin dearly come the autumn when she had to settle down for the sake of the growing child. “And of course,” Ginny allowed, “the business of being a debutante is rather a full-time job, though not so important as healing.”
And done by rote, by the time one was her age.
They do say men take a little longer to grow up, I wouldn’t give up just yet. Virginia Carmichael was not a fool. She had, after all, been in Ravenclaw, and so while she might overreach herself at times, she would not allow herself to believe for a moment that he was not talking about George, that he was not sending a message. Still, however unintentional, they struck a chord with the witch—a painful one that she immediately silenced. She had fallen too far before; to do so again might kill her.
But what had she been doing in the interim? Ginny could hardly say that life had been boring in the months since they had severed communications! Life had been average, to be sure—attending balls, paying calls, but wasn’t that the sort of thing young ladies like her were supposed to do, supposed to enjoy?
“My cousin, Mrs. Gwenda Cadwallader, is expecting, so I have been spending a great deal of time with her before she must begin her confinement,” she offered instead. Gwenda would make a tremendous, if...exuberant mother, and she would miss her cousin dearly come the autumn when she had to settle down for the sake of the growing child. “And of course,” Ginny allowed, “the business of being a debutante is rather a full-time job, though not so important as healing.”
And done by rote, by the time one was her age.
They do say men take a little longer to grow up, I wouldn’t give up just yet. Virginia Carmichael was not a fool. She had, after all, been in Ravenclaw, and so while she might overreach herself at times, she would not allow herself to believe for a moment that he was not talking about George, that he was not sending a message. Still, however unintentional, they struck a chord with the witch—a painful one that she immediately silenced. She had fallen too far before; to do so again might kill her.
— bee is a goddamn wizard ❤ —