Found this at work this afternoon while I was waiting for stuff to print and was rather disappointed when said reports finished printing and I'd only made it through a chapter and a half!
Of course, since Voldemort had been vanquished and the world was returning to semi-normalcy, Mrs Weasley was moving forward with her life the best way she knew how: mothering her youngest child.
Not surprising in the least. Mrs. Weasley is always and forever going to be a mum.
un +blocked+ amounts of time spent with
*shudder* The joys of being a Seer, no? Though I am wondering just how much studying under Trelawney is going to help Ginny, as when Trelawney tries to be a Seer it doesn't work and she doesn't seem to remember any of her "real" predictions.
Aw, Neville as a professor. I've seen this as his career quite a bit, due to his affinity for plants and herbology, and I will always grin when I come across it, because I think it's great. So, I'm glad you have it in here!
She knew it was folly - wearing the school robes was mandatory for a Head Girl and would hide any bit of color she might try to show, but she couldn't resist. Just knowing she was wearing it would make her feel more confident. She just knew it.
this bit, the language of it is quite catching. Besides, it's really cute and sweet.
"Er...well, if you don't mind, not that it is any of your business, but Ginny and I are only friends. I'm just paying her a visit. That's all." His tone of voice was definite on this last thought, and the portraits looked disappointed at any lack of impropriety.
Getting into discussions with
paintings? Not so sure that's such a good idea. Where is that really going to get you. It did make me grin, though.
"Your memory is excellent, Ginny. It looks exactly like it did the day I left," Harry said, nostalgia creeping into his voice. He watched as an unreadable emotion flitted across Ginny's face.
Well, it should be, it is her home afterall. But I think it's sweet and, well, homey, that she wanted the Burrow.
Be that as it may. Dad's great as Minister, actually. But I can't believe he'd give you a hard time about teaching!"
"It wasn't him, but he was sort of powerless to do anything. It was the Wizengamot, actually, that gave me the hardest time. Didn't believe I'd proven myself in a classroom environment, even though I had ‘practical on hands experience that had manifested itself in the thwarting of Voldemort'."
Arthur as MoM? Rock on. He'd be great at it. And I think that's an interesting objection of the Wizengamot. I dunno, doesn't the DA count as classroom environment?
Ginny looked at him a moment longer and then looked away. She seemed...disappointed by his admission, and he wasn't sure what he should say. He couldn't tell her that he was finding it physically hard to be around her, that he wasn't sure what that meant. He couldn't tell her that he found himself loving the way her hair looked or the way her skin
flushed when she was excited. He couldn't tell her that the thought of ever hurting her was enough to drive him crazy...he just couldn't.
Sigh. So unrequited and bittersweet.
Nice start. It's got into some serious stuff even in the first chapter, which is nice to see. Lets the reader know kind of right off what sort of stuff is to be expected. Angst galore, I'm guessing. *grin* But lovely nonetheless. Normally I'd be telling you I'll
be looking forward to the next chapter, but
thankfully there's a handful up already, so I can get my fix early, though reviews may be slowish in coming. I'm behind on them again.