*seems to come to a little, and smiles at Ginny* Bothering me? Oh no... not really. It's nothing at all. Just more silly ponderings and whatnot - the sort I've always been particularly apt to have. Tragic romances with all sorts of adventure and melodramatic deaths and people pouring poison into other people's ears... all that sort of nonsense. *she sighs, still smiling* Oh, but I'm glad you and your beau are happy together. It sounds so dreadfully impossible sometimes, and I fear that I'll never have the chance to find such happiness for myself. Not without raven-black hair to my waist and a name like Beatrice or Cordelia. Or... or Ginevra! It's such a lovely name. I envy you so. I'd have a man in a moment if my name were Ginevra, and surely he'd be as perfect as your Harry sounds. But I'm Anne, and I have no hope that my hair shall darken anytime soon, and the only way a man will look at me is if he is tricked into doing so, which is no way to fall in love.
Voldemort? Is he not the rather reptilian gentleman who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts? Is he particularly good at Quidditch? I've heard that Harry is very good with the broom, so it is no wonder that he would defeat him. I had a cousin who played at Polo, and did very well at it. He wasn't actually a cousin, though, because I don't know any of my blood cousins. But he was a cousin of Marilla's, which suits just the same. He wasn't very handsome or heroic, though, and he drank rather a lot when he won. Marilla didn't abide him more than she was forced to by good manners, but I rather liked to hear him talk about teams he'd defeated and people he'd seen and places he'd been, even though I'm fairly certain he made a great deal of it up. Which was something else Marilla could never abide, and I really shouldn't have either, but they were such lovely stories. I do so like stories, although I've never been fishing so I really have no idea what a fish story is. Nor am I completely certain about smut. I know it's bad, and that I musn't ever read it, but Marilla has never gone so far as to explain what exactly smut IS. I would so like to know, as it will allow me to avoid it most carefully in the future - I almost panic to think that I may have read some without knowing, and that I have been rendered unmarriageable for thinking things improper for a woman to think. *she takes a deep breath, then lets it out* Do you like to read, Ginny?
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Bothering me? Oh no... not really. It's nothing at all. Just more silly ponderings and whatnot - the sort I've always been particularly apt to have. Tragic romances with all sorts of adventure and melodramatic deaths and people pouring poison into other people's ears... all that sort of nonsense.
*she sighs, still smiling* Oh, but I'm glad you and your beau are happy together. It sounds so dreadfully impossible sometimes, and I fear that I'll never have the chance to find such happiness for myself. Not without raven-black hair to my waist and a name like Beatrice or Cordelia. Or... or Ginevra! It's such a lovely name. I envy you so. I'd have a man in a moment if my name were Ginevra, and surely he'd be as perfect as your Harry sounds.
But I'm Anne, and I have no hope that my hair shall darken anytime soon, and the only way a man will look at me is if he is tricked into doing so, which is no way to fall in love.
Voldemort? Is he not the rather reptilian gentleman who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts? Is he particularly good at Quidditch? I've heard that Harry is very good with the broom, so it is no wonder that he would defeat him. I had a cousin who played at Polo, and did very well at it. He wasn't actually a cousin, though, because I don't know any of my blood cousins. But he was a cousin of Marilla's, which suits just the same. He wasn't very handsome or heroic, though, and he drank rather a lot when he won. Marilla didn't abide him more than she was forced to by good manners, but I rather liked to hear him talk about teams he'd defeated and people he'd seen and places he'd been, even though I'm fairly certain he made a great deal of it up. Which was something else Marilla could never abide, and I really shouldn't have either, but they were such lovely stories. I do so like stories, although I've never been fishing so I really have no idea what a fish story is. Nor am I completely certain about smut. I know it's bad, and that I musn't ever read it, but Marilla has never gone so far as to explain what exactly smut IS. I would so like to know, as it will allow me to avoid it most carefully in the future - I almost panic to think that I may have read some without knowing, and that I have been rendered unmarriageable for thinking things improper for a woman to think.
*she takes a deep breath, then lets it out*
Do you like to read, Ginny?