{"id":153589,"date":"2015-05-22T07:35:42","date_gmt":"2015-05-22T07:35:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2015\/05\/22\/loomlings-ginny-weasley-not-using-black-ink\/"},"modified":"2015-05-22T07:35:42","modified_gmt":"2015-05-22T07:35:42","slug":"loomlings-ginny-weasley-not-using-black-ink","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2015\/05\/22\/loomlings-ginny-weasley-not-using-black-ink\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/ladytrey.co.vu\/post\/117389130535\" class=\"tumblr_blog\" target=\"_blank\">loomlings<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<ul>\n<li>Ginny Weasley not using black ink after her first year. Navy and brown and purple are the colour of <i>her<\/i> thoughts, not his masquerading as hers as they flow from her quill.\u00a0<\/li>\n<li>Sleep isn\u2019t the problem. Sleep is dark and deep and soothing; there is nothing there, waiting for her. She hasn\u2019t dreamt since that first Halloween at Hogwarts and she doesn\u2019t dream now. It\u2019s when she\u2019s awake and someone moves too fast, or there\u2019s a shine off of something, an out-of-place sound that she thinks she sees him.<\/li>\n<li>Ginny Weasley touching that locket and the back of her brain recognising that heartbeat that strives to match her own, that curls under her veins, that tugs at the edge of her mind and makes her want to get rid of it as soon as possible. She throws it into the sack and feels just as unclean as the House of Black is. Years later, when she knows about Horcruxes, she thinks she should have recognised it, that she should have known it by the sheer abjection she felt toward it.<\/li>\n<li>Ginny Weasley listens. You can learn an awful lot by listening, especially if whoever\u2019s talking doesn\u2019t think much of you. By her sixth year, she\u2019s no longer quiet, but she still listens, only now it\u2019s the whispers of first and second year students. She knows what it\u2019s like to be utterly terrified by Voldemort when you\u2019re eleven. She teaches them that you can lock away different parts of your brain, smother them into silence, and that\u2019s another form of bravery, standing there, smooth-faced and lying to the Carrows that there\u2019s nothing wrong. Defiance is not always big things like stealing the sword from Dumbledore\u2019s old office.\u00a0<\/li>\n<li>The Carrows don\u2019t scare her, and it\u2019s not just Gryffindor bravery talking there. The Carrows are loud, mean, and crude. They\u2019re unrefined bullies. They couldn\u2019t get someone to trust them just through words if they tried. She tells Alecto that they should\u2019ve sent a better class of Death Eaters to Hogwarts and gets a Cruciatus for her efforts. She spits out blood where she bit her tongue and smiles with red teeth because the Carrows are <i>easy<\/i>.\u00a0<\/li>\n<li>She tries on different personas like outfits in her fourth year. It bemuses Michael, who never hits her with a spell during the DA meetings, who never sits with her during Gryffindor v. Ravenclaw Quidditch matches, who is far too sweet even though he\u2019s a bad loser, and she realises that she\u2019s just trying this on after that last game.<\/li>\n<li>At the beginning of her fifth year, she marches straight into the trophy room and defaces Tom Riddle\u2019s award for special services to the school and feels vindicated when the award is removed and never seen again.\u00a0<\/li>\n<li>After everything\u2019s over and Myrtle\u2019s bathroom has taken enough damage in the fight that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is no longer secret, Ginny Weasley goes down there and stares right into the ruined eyes of that basilisk corpse for a solid ten minutes, then nodding as all of the shakes and shivers she\u2019s had since she was eleven and this was her own personal hell fade away, leaving her with clenched fists and bright eyes.\u00a0\u201cYou lose,\u201d she says to the empty Chamber, and leaves, smiling.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>loomlings: Ginny Weasley not using black ink after her first year. Navy and brown and purple are the colour of her thoughts, not his masquerading as hers as they flow from her quill.\u00a0 Sleep isn\u2019t the problem. Sleep is dark and deep and soothing; there is nothing there, waiting for her. She hasn\u2019t dreamt since &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2015\/05\/22\/loomlings-ginny-weasley-not-using-black-ink\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[5511,151,4],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/153589"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=153589"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/153589\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=153589"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=153589"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=153589"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}