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12 February 2006 @ 12:24 pm
 
Who: Myself and maybe a pseudo!Harry
Where: Muggle bar in London
When: Saturday night, around 10:30 p.m.


Ginny stood behind the bar. She watched the crowds of muggles drink their Mai Tais and their Cosmos without a care as they danced close to one another in very suggestive ways upon the dance floor as the music thumped thunderously against Ginny's brain. 'If only they knew', she thought to herself as a man came up to the bar and ordered a fourth beer for himself. She glanced over at the Bouncer, Spike, wondering if she'd have to get him to escort this man out. She went to the tap and filled up the glass and sat it down in front of the man, who took it up after paying her and walked away to join a table with his other mates. Ginny sighed softly. She smoothed back her hair, which was situated in a long pony tail. When she had began this job she had taken it in hopes of maybe seeing Harry or getting some sign that he was alive and around and just biding his time for the opportune moment to come back to them all. She now knew that was silly. Ridiculous, even. How could she have believed Harry would be found by her? If he was alive, apparently he didn't want to be found. Hermione's and everyone else's words were starting to sink it. Ginny sighed again, feeling a little bit of relief begin to flood in. She stared off into space for a moment before another order was made.
 
 
Current Mood: Forced Extrovertedness
Current Music: Whatevers playing in the bar...
 
 
 
Ginny Weasley: {Mood} Blank; Yeah...what?set_a_flame on February 14th, 2006 06:43 am (UTC)
Her break was up and it was time to go back out and work. She only had about a half hour or hour left on the clock so she was ready to go out. She kind of peeked around the corner of the door to see if the man she had mistaken for Harry was still at the bar. She scanned the people sitting there once...twice...a third time, but there was no man that resembled Harry like that man had. She let of a breath and smoothed back her hair. "Hon, what are you doing?" asked Marlene, a muggle co-worker of hers. Ginny jumped, "Huh? Oh! I thought I saw someone I knew." Marlene smiled, "Oh, yeah? Was it a guy? Are you seeing someone now?" Ginny shook her head, "No. I'm not dating anyone." She laughed a little, feeling the tightness in her stomach relaxing. She had just been...seeing things? She worked too much or something. "You didn't happen to notice a man with dark hair, did you, Marlene? Sitting at the bar drinking a Baily's?" Ginny asked quietly. Marlene took a step back, foled her arms and seemed to think it over, "You know...I think I did. Was he the one you knew? He was really handsome, Al!" (Ginny took an assumed name while working) Ginny stood there and stared at her. What did this mean? Deciding to take the easy rode Ginny shook her head, "No. I just thought he ordered a Guiness. That's all." Marlene laughed and went back to work. Ginny bit her lower lip before going back out to the bar, a fake smile set in place.