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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

“One more down as ‘Worst Day Ever’ at the Ministry.” She thought as her day drew to a close and she headed towards the exit. She hurt, that much was clear as she pressed her hand against her shoulder, wincing as she forced it back into place. That was one thing that the woman didn’t like about her job, she often ended up bruised after going after a really bad guy, and while most girls found that attractive, it wasn’t surprising that most men felt emasculated when a woman can very easily manhandle them, especially if she wasn’t very strong in appearance.

Constance headed straight for the Leaky Cauldron, after Apparating into Diagon Alley, as she yawned lightly, ready to go home and curl up on the couch – purposely leaving no room for Malfoy – with her kitten and continue for her search on two-bedroom flats. She didn’t care if she had a roommate or not, she just didn’t want to live in the Manor anymore. Upon entering, she nodded towards Hannah, smiling as she removed enough for a Butterbeer from her pocket, holding it out with a smile. “One Butterbeer, please, and keep them coming. I’ll be here for a bit.” After a thought, she’d set the little coin pouch she owned down on the bar and waited a few moments before collecting her drink.

She walked over to one of the empty tables, setting her back to the wall and propping one of her legs up on one of the three chairs that went to her table, setting down her Butterbeer without hesitance and attempting to get comfortable. She’d made sure to collect a muggle magazine, as well as a real estate agent book for London. She needed to get away, and she needed to be a certain distance away from the Malfoy’s, and Alice. While she loved them, she’d had to deal with them for three years… constantly to the prior, because she lived with them. Pulling it out of her bag, Constance set the house listings on the table as well as a pen, reading through them carefully.

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

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It had been a long day at St. Mungo’s, and Ginny was looking forward to getting off for the night. She loved the hospital but sometimes it was extremely hard to bear, especially when someone came in that really couldn’t be helped. Of course, the Healers and nurses always did their best but sometimes the injuries were beyond repair and Ginny’s heart broke every time one of those cases came in. Today, it had been a child who had been attacked by a werewolf and he had gotten a huge scar right across the right side of his face where the wolf’s claws had made contact. She had worked with another nurse and a Healer to numb the child’s pain and clean him up, but the scar was going to be a permanent addition to his face now. As soon as she’d seen him, she was immediately taken back to the day she’d gone with her family to visit her brother, Bill, after he’d been attacked. His face had been a little less damaged as the child’s had been, but it had the same effect on her as it had in her brother’s hospital room. Seeing that and feeling that way helped remind her why she’d chosen to volunteer at the hospital and wanted to become a full nurse there eventually. She wanted to help people like her brother and that little boy; it was just in her nature, and she was good at it.

Once she’d changed out of her uniform, Ginny slowly made her way out of the locker room and took the elevator down to the entrance floor. As she passed the reception desk, she waved a quick goodnight to the receptionist and pushed through the doors. Night hadn’t fallen quite yet and the sun was low in the sky, making it look beautiful with shades of orange, pink and a bit of purple. There was a bit of a breeze and Ginny pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders as she prepared to apparate. Before she did, however, she thought about whether or not she wanted to go home right away. After a few moments, she decided that a drink at the Leaky Cauldron sounded good, so she thought about the entrance of the bar and apparated to a dark corner of an alley where she wouldn’t be spotted by the Muggles, then walked towards the big black building. As she neared the front door, the words on the sign came into view and she quickly pushed her way into the bar. Once inside, she was greeted with the familiar smells of alcohol and other drinks that were free of it, and she rolled her eyes at a table of young men who seemed to take interest in her arrival.

After stepping over to the bar, Ginny ordered a Butterbeer, then sat down at the counter to wait for it. She thanked the girl behind the bar as her drink was handed to her, then watched as the same girl walked another mug of it to a table further back. Straining her neck to see, Ginny realized that the customer sitting at the table was Constance McCarthy, and she smiled in recognition before gathering up her purse and mug and heading over to join her friend. “Fancy meeting you here,” she said cheerfully once she reached Connie’s table. “Want some company?”

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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

She hadn't been there very long before she could hear a group of wizards being interested in the fact that attractive witches liked to stay and drink once in a while. She paid them no mind, however, crossing off yet another flat that wasn't in the range of location she'd been looking for. There were already about twenty crossed off, a few circled only to be crossed off as well. Constance was having a little bit of trouble; she didn't like the rent space, they didn't allow cats, the roommates were dreadful or they were muggle. She didn't want to take any risk, and had even had Alice put up a flyer in the prophet.


Again, she could hear the guys taking interest again and she felt bad for whatever female would end up at the mercy of their undecided charm. She hoped none of them would be extremely irritating as she leaned forward, setting the end of her pen to her bottom lip. The brunette finished off her first drink, and then crossed off yet another unsuitable apartment. At that moment, the real estate agent that she'd talked to earlier on in the day seemed to be her best bet. Even if there was a possibility of having to deal with another woman liking women. Now don't get her wrong, Constance had no issue with sexual orientation. She just really didn't want to risk getting muffles hurt because of her job.


The woman began to turn her attention to one bedroom flats; it might be safer... Or she could always take Alice and Jamie's offer. As she read, Constance's dark brown hair moved forward, tickling her cheek as it brushed past her skin. When the barmaid brought her the Butterbeer, she smiled and thanked her before going back to her paper. It was taking too long, and as she folded it back up, Constance heard someone approaching. She lifted her head, figuring it had been one of the guys from earlier until a familiar voice spoke. "Ginny," The retort on her tongue intended to scare off the guys went away as she recognized her.


"Please, sit," Constance moved her feet, a warm smile crossing her lips as she sat up, "I haven't seen you in a while, sorry I haven't been around for Mungos, or watching your matches. It's great to see you."

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

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She wasn’t a very social drinker, but Constance wasn’t really one that allowed herself to go into an alcoholic coma – not for lack of trying. The woman had learned relatively easily that she didn’t have a very low tolerance of alcohol, in fact, if she remembered correctly she could drink muggle rum straight and it wouldn’t affect her very well. She always blamed her father’s blood; he was French-American, and Irish. Her mum was English and French. Constance liked to go out every once in a while, see her friends and particularly laugh at them when they’re drunk if it wasn’t Draco. He was just a little too difficult to deal with when drunk, and she really preferred to act as if she didn’t know him. Due to her rigorous activity, she didn’t tend to gain much weight, so she didn’t concern herself about what she took in.

A high metabolism also helped, she supposed. As Ginny sat down, she smiling in return and scooted in a bit so they wouldn’t have to talk so loudly. “Of course, of course.” Constance chimed in a content tone. For the first time in a while, she was able to talk to someone that wasn’t a Slytherin Alumni, and that, at any rate, made her a very pleased person. To anyone on the outside, it was as if the two women got along perfectly with no care in the world. In reality, technically they should be hating the others guts, but after Constance had met Ginny, she found her company to be pleasing and she loved her like a sister.

“Ministry keeps me busy, Quidditch must be keeping you on your toes, I miss it.” She sighed in longing. “I meant to send out an owl, I hope it didn’t get lost… bloody bird doesn’t like me much.” At Ginny’s question, she nodded with a small sigh, “I have… much to the distaste of your brother – who, by the way is nearly as clueless as Draco. I’m looking though, slowly but surely.” She smiled. “How’s your mum, and everyone else? I see your Dad and Percy every once in a while, visit George whenever I have a free moment.” She felt like she talked too much at times.

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

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Ginny had never been the type to go out to drink leisurely. She always saved it for social gatherings and even then she never drank so much that it put her into a drunken state in which she would make a fool of herself. To her, that was one of the most unclassy things a person could do, especially when it was a habit. She understood that life got hard sometimes and drinking was how some people coped with it, but there was always someone who had it worse, even if it didn’t feel like it. Personally, when things got hard in her life, Ginny turned to real friends and family to help her get through it, not alcohol. She did have a high tolerance for it as she’d discovered once a long time ago, but she was never the type to use that to her advantage. Most of the women in London chose to stay away from it so as not to appear undignified, but a few drinks here and there certainly never hurt anyone. Plus, it was always amusing to watch the people she went out with get drunk and make complete arses of themselves. It was always a good time when that happened, especially when she reminded those friends of their actions later on and they either had no recollection of it, or they laughed at their own stupidity.

Ginny didn’t really concern herself with what she consumed since Quidditch and being on her feet at St. Mungo’s during her volunteer shifts kept her in good shape, however, she still tried to be conscious when she ate. She had heard a rumour that this generation of Muggles were overly obese because of their dependency on fast food and their unhealthy eating habits, and while Ginny knew she had to fit into the crowd so as not to stand out, she didn’t want to become like some of the people she’d seen on Muggle television. Luckily for her, she had a high metabolism and that helped her stay thin. She had a feeling that if she weren’t, she wouldn’t be nearly as attractive as she was now, though she was sure her friends and family would still love her despite that. She did not, however, want to test that theory any time soon. After all, she as quite content with her figure and had no intention of letting it look any different any time soon.

She nodded as Constance spoke, knowing how it felt to be so busy that it felt like she had no time to stop and breathe. “Yeah, it does. Volunteering at St. Mungo’s doesn’t help either but it’s a pretty rewarding experience and is helping me prepare for when I retire from the Harpies,” she explained, glad the two of them could catch up like this. “Just ignore George, he’s a git sometimes,” she teased, glancing over at the open paper in front of her friend. “Oh, is that what you were doing when I came in? Anything decent yet?” she asked, even though she knew the answer to that question since Constance was still living with the Malfoys. “Mum’s doing fine; still worrying that we’re not eating enough every day and coming down on us all for working too hard,” she teased, remembering her last visit to the Burrow. “She actually had me bring some food to Harry a few days ago,” she added with a sigh. “But, how’s everything with you? Have you seen anyone else from school besides Draco and my brother lately?”

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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

Because she lived with an alcoholic, drinking was never something but a way for her to relax. She didn’t use it to hide her problems, use it to get through the hardships. In fact, she tended to hit Malfoy upside the head with the Firewhiskey bottle if she caught him drinking. After the first time she found him passed out in the kitchen, bottles scattered everywhere, that had been the last straw. She had lost her family, and she also had to face her mind, but if anyone deserved to drink themselves into a stupor, Constance had believed the Weasley’s could for six months. They had lost an important part of their lives, Constance having lost a friend. Draco had put himself into danger, it had been his and Lucius’ fault that they fell from their high perches.

She wondered if there were anything to eat beside the pea soup at the Leaky Cauldron, having watched her mother eat it over ten years before when they had gone to collect Constance’s school supplies for the very first time. They had only just gotten back from a trip to America, where Constantine McCarthy, whom Constance was named after, had given his granddaughter her first and only wand – which was tucked away into the waistband of her jeans. After a few minutes, the brunette removed her hat and scratched at her wavy hair, strands brushing against her cheek when she removed it from the short ponytail it’d been held in. “I miss being able to work at Mungos, but… I love my job.” She shrugged, smiling. Average height, slender with a medium build, Constance was pretty and that was why she always loved the expression that she’d received from her close friends when she told them what career she was pursuing.

Only one person hadn’t really been bothered by it, but he’d always been a risk taker. “He’s a git, but I still love ‘m so his opinions matter even if he can be a bit well, out of it these days.” The brunette shrugged, oddly having no issue admitting it to Ginny. George, however, she didn’t say a word about it. In fact, Constance hinted and he didn’t seem to catch it often. When she asked about her listings, Constance nodded lightly. “I’ve found… five. One in Wiltshire… that’s too close to the Malfoy house for my liking, one here in Diagon Alley, another in Oxfordshire but that’s too close to where Alcott Manor burnt down… but the best so far has been in Canary Wharf. It’s got a beautiful skyline view. There’s another person looking at it for a roommate, and that doesn’t bother me much.”

Lifting her Butterbeer, she took a drink of the sweet, warm liquid before she set it back down, “I beat up on Draco and fight with Lucius daily, so it’ll be nice to get a place where I don’t feel like I am going to get hexed in my sleep.” Although, her blond friend hadn’t been hesitant to mention that it could be someone a bit more dangerous than they put on. George had even told her to start checking into the background of the other person. “I can’t honestly understand why men are so paranoid that something bad can happen? I have a more dangerous job than Harry for heaven sake.” Constance shook her head, sighing. She listened to Ginny answer her question, nodding gently to show she was paying attention. “Harry and Ron, saw your dad a few days ago… Percy every once in a blue moon. I see Alice on an every other day basis… and Mikey has a desk job on my floor.”

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

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Ginny was never one to drown her problems in alcohol, especially at a time in her life like this one where she was more or less completely content. She was more of a social drinker who only had a few drinks when she was at a party or out with friends. She hadn’t faced many hardships in her life that lead her to drinking as a way to cope, which was fortunate for someone her age. Of course, she had suffered through all the years of terror and fear when Voldemort was still alive and in power, and she had gone through a break up with someone she loved deeply, but she was smart enough to know that drinking wasn’t a way to solve anything. Plus, it wasn’t just her who had faced all those years of Voldemort’s reign. She really didn’t understand the need to escape problems with alcohol, especially since they were only forgotten for a moment, then the hang over passed and they were still right there staring you in the face. To Ginny, a few casual drinks with friends was fine, but drinking to get drunk was stupid and pointless. That was why she made a point never to do it.

Now realizing that it was past dinner time and she hadn’t eaten in a while, Ginny snatched a rather dusty looking menu from the table and scanned it, hoping to see something other than the pea soup listed there. If not, she would definitely be grabbing something on her way home because she knew she’d be too tired after her long day to make anything when she got there. She nodded as Connie spoke about her job, knowing the feeling since she, too, loved both of her jobs. “I know how you feel. It’s always easier to get up to go to work in the morning when you’re doing something you love,” she responded, tucking a loose strand of hair back behind her ear and taking another drink from her cup. She smiled at her friend as the liquid moved down her throat, and she carefully placed the cup back down on the table once she’d taken her drink. It was still hard to believe that Connie had become a Hit Witch for the Ministry with her build, but Ginny had learned from personal experience to never underestimate someone because of their build. After all, her brothers had done that to her many times, and each time they found themselves face to face with one of her famous Bat Bogey hexes.

She smirked as her friend talked about George, rolling her eyes in amusement. “Yeah, that’s George for you. He was like that even before…well..you know,” she trailed off, suddenly feeling a wave of sadness come over her. It had been three years since Fred’s death and she still wasn’t completely over it, which meant that George definitely wasn’t. The two of them had been twins and were extremely close, and Ginny often worried about George and how he was doing. “I worry about him, you know. None of this has been easy for our family, but I can’t even begin to imagine how he’s feeling even now.” She sighed at this, taking another sip of her drink. She was relieved when Connie changed the subject by answering her question. “Oh, wow. Well, at least that’s good. But do you really want to live with a complete stranger?” she asked, debating offering up her own flat for her friend to share temporarily.

At the mention of beating on Malfoy, Ginny couldn’t help but smile. “Merlin, I wish I could be there to watch you beat up on that foul git. I would laugh and not feel any remorse whatsoever,” she said stubbornly. In her mind, Draco Malfoy deserved all of that. It’s because they love you, Connie, and want you to be safe. Hell, even I worry about that happening to you. But, honestly, you could come and move into my flat to get a break from the Malfoys while you look for your own place. It might put the boys’ minds at ease at least a bit,” she offered, giving her friend another smile. She then nodded as Constance started naming off people she’d seen recently. “Ah, right. I actually saw Mikey a few days ago as well, Percy also came to the Burrow to visit for the first time in a long time last time I was there visiting Mum. I’m glad he finally is, it makes Mum a lot happier.” It was nice to see that her stuck up elder brother was finally remembering that he had a family back home that loved and missed him. . “I…er…also saw Harry recently too,” she added, immediately picking up her Butterbeer and taking a sip to avoid any questions coming from her friend about that meeting.

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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

She didn't like to admit that if she had been older when her parents died, the brunette probably would have turned to drinking. While she hadn't been very close to her father, she'd been extremely close to her mother and if she didn't have her friends at Hogwarts - well, friend - she probably would have handled it harder and in a worse fashion. Back then, she'd immediately gone back to studying and became extremely ambitious to avenge their deaths. Lightly, she ran her fingertip along the rim of her glass, staring into the yellow sticky liquid. Constance preferred Butterbeer to Firewhiskey, but nothing could replace the burning sensation of the harder liqour. She considered getting a shot of it, at least until Ginny snatched up a menu and brought her away from her thoughts, and because of that, Constance was extremely grateful. "Anything edible since Abbott took over for Tom?"


"It's a little easier on me than St. Mungos... I get to help people and keep the bad guys locked up." Constance smiled back, grinning a bit. "You honestly haven't a clue how badly Draco freaked out. George was encouraging, at least." She rolled her eyes, taking a drink as well and then finished it off, the barmaid returning with yet another before leaving. "What can I say? It keeps me in shape at least." She patted her flat stomach with a bellish laugh. As an uncomfortable silence fell against them, Constance shifted chairs and gently put her arm around Ginny, "Yeah, I know... I miss him, too." She admitted softly, and listened to her friend in concern. She didn't know what it was like to lose a sibling, let alone a twin, but she knew what it was like to lose parents, and she watched her aunt react to her mother's death. They might have not been as close to each other as the Weasley twins, but Artesia and Svetlana had been close. "He hides... tries to pretend that he isn't alone... My aunt did it when my mum died." The tone of her voice showed she shared Ginny's concern. 


At the subject change, and the mentioning of sharing a flat with a stranger, Constance crinkled her nose, "There's one that the agent keeps trying to shove on me... Seems pretty nice from what she's said. At least I can defend myself." She sighed, giving Ginny's shoulders a squeeze before returning back to her seat. She laughed at her friends reaction and statement, "He's become quite the alcoholic, still doesn't understand me and he never will." She leaned back, sipping on her third Butterbeer of the night. This one was cooler, and she preferred them that way. At Ginny's offer, Constance bit her lip in thought. She knew they worried, hell, Draco about died of a heart attack and asked if she had been joking when she mentioned her job. "I'll think about it, I wouldn't want to impose on you." The young woman smiled softly at the mentioning of Percy visiting the Burrow. 


She'd been wondering about it for a while if he'd been trying to get closer to his family. She still wondered how he could have treated his family so coldly, with the exception of Ron who didn't trust her and Mrs. Weasley not believing a Slytherin could love a Gryffindor until Constance had fainted at Bill's wedding upon seeing the missing ear, they had always treated her so nicely. Ginny was like a sister to her. When the pretty red-head mentioned Harry and immediately went for her drink, Constance smirked. She was not going to avoid that meeting.


"Oh come on, Ginny. You know you can tell me and I won't tease you." She leaned forward a bit to get comfortable, chuckling. "Besides, I could always get it out of him at the Ministry, in front of Ron." She took a drink of the Butterbeer, thinking that her habits have been picking up way too many of Draco's habitual traits. "Ugh, you haven't a clue how much I wish getting a man to admit his feelings could be easier." She mumbled into her now half-empty mug.
 

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As her brown eyes scanned the menu, Ginny could feel her friend’s eye on her and looked up after a few minutes. The Leaky Cauldron had never been known for its food since it was mostly a pub, but there were a few new things on the menu now that Hannah had taken over for Tom. She guessed that was due in part to Tom’s particular liking of the pea soup, which he apparently thought should be the only thing they offered when he was in charge. With the former Hufflepuff girl in charge now, however, it seemed as though the pub had expanded its horizons a bit. “Surprisingly, yes. I’m impressed,” she said with a small nod, pointing out a few new items to her friend once she’d slid the menu across the table. “The chicken sandwich doesn’t sound too horrible,” she added, debating if she wanted to order one or not.

As she thought about it, she listened to Constance talking about her job. “Well, I have to say that I admire you. I don’t think I could do what you do,” she said with a smile, genuinely meaning the words. “It might teach the boys to stop underestimating you because you’re so tiny,” she added with a smirk. She was in the same boat when it came to having a small build, and she had proved more than once that she was perfectly capable of doing anything she wanted despite her build. She smiled as her friend placed an arm around her shoulder, feeling less sad thinking about Fred. “We all do. But, it’s because of him and countless others that we can live in the world we do now. That gets me through it,” she said, picking up her glass to take another swig of Butterbeer. “I know he does and I wish he wouldn’t. It’s not like him to be so closed off to the world, and Mum’s beside herself worrying about him all the time.” She sighed, not wanting to stay on such a depressing topic.

“Malfoy’s become an alcoholic? Can’t say that I find that surprising,” she responded, not really caring about the former Slytherin. “He’s a man, they’re not meant to understand us women. As long as they know the basics about us always being right then there’s no issue,” she said with a laugh, remembering how the two of them used to joke about that. “Good, think about it. You wouldn’t be imposing, I promise you,” she said with another smile, watching as her friend took another sip of Butterbeer. Ginny regarded her friend, who had apparently caught onto the mention of a meeting with Harry and cleared her throat. “There’s nothing to tell. Nothing happened; I brought him lunch from Mum and we talked for a bit, but it felt strange because we still don’t know what’s going on with us,” she replied, shooting down the thoughts of intimacy she was sure had entered Constance’s mind as soon as Ginny had mentioned seeing her former boyfriend.

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[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

She nodded her head and then chuckled, "Good… I think I’ll get one. I figure if it gets me sick, I won’t have to go into work tomorrow.” She winked lightly to show the other woman that she was just joking before she leaned to read the menu as Ginny slid it over, studying it carefully. "Hm… it doesn’t, you’re right. Yay for new management.” She crossed her legs underneath herself, biting her lip faintly. Some of the items didn’t seem too awful, and she was rather impressed with the new additions. "Dinner on me?” She asked with a chime in her voice.

Constance couldn’t help but blink, "You fly with some of the toughest of the tough… and that’s saying a lot, especially seeing my team was hardly ever fair during Quidditch.” She stated with a small laugh before she shrugged and looked down, "I don’t know… I guess it shows that they really do care, but it gets irritating because I can still kick their butts.” Constance smiled softly, and then she gave a small smirk as she adjusted her shirt and as she yawned a bit and tugged on her hair for a second before stretching and relaxing back into the chair while she listened to Ginny. She wished George saw it in the way his sister did… it was hard. "Yeah, I hope he’ll get over it.”

She nodded her head about Draco becoming an alcoholic, "It was worse a few years ago. I kicked him out of his house and didn’t let him back into it until he had a job.” She chuckled, reaching up to scratch at her eyebrow lightly. Her red-headed friend had a point. "Very true… we definitely need to do this more often.” She smiled lightly, gray-blue eyes showing her amusement. Staying with Ginny would probably be easy on the two of them, and it probably would put several people and their issues to rest, but Constance knew that Draco would lock her in her room without hestitance... She had faded a bit from the conversation in thought before rolling her eyes lightly as she figured Ginny thought her mind went south.
That was a George thing. "Yeah… that pretty much summed up with seeing your brother only I had the urge to slap or snog him half the time.” She sighed, and then smiled a bit, "I hope you two get to at least dating again… you were always so happy.”

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