something missing -- Ginny

[Mikey Valente Lestoat]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

It was chilly for September. He suspected this meant either an early winter or a very cold one. Or perhaps it was to be both? He sighed, a puff of warm, moist air escaping his mouth before rising in the air. He continued to blow out air just to watch the stream of steam rise into the air before vanishing as if it had never been there. He liked the cooler weather though. The hiding sun meant he didn’t need to make an excuse for his lack of color. During the cooler months, everyone was pale.

Almond, light blue eyes blinked, focusing on the sketch book that lay open in his lap. The sketch pad was being held up with his left hand at a seventy-five degree angle. This way he didn’t have to strain his neck with constantly moving his head up and down. The only movement he needed was his eyes; ninety percent of the time on his subject that he was drawing, ten percent on his sketch book to make sure he was drawing correctly. His right hand held a charcoal stick between his index finger and his thumb, being supported by his middle finger. All three digits were currently stained black from the stick, although he paid to mind to it at all.

His gaze flickered back up to what he was currently drawing. It was a shame that he only had his charcoal stick with him. His picture would be so much better looking if he had carried his oil pastels with him. The Muggle park was extremely peaceful; mostly empty save for a few joggers. It was late morning, maybe about ten am or so. All the little kids were tucked away safely in their school building, studying to become… whatever it was muggle children aspired to be. That meant his ‘subject’ of choice was left to be untouched by anything other than the wind.

There weren’t many trees in the park, but the small patch that was existent would be extremely beautiful when fall actually fell on the area. As it was, most of the trees were green… different shades ranging anywhere from olive green, to a deep, forest green. Pale green to a dead green. And mixed here and there amongst their fellows, were leaves of the warmer color variety. Orange, Red, Yellow. Some completely changed over, others making the slow transition. He hummed silently to himself, looking back down at his picture before frowning. It was a nice landscape… but it was missing a focal point. Something to offset the peace and serenity. Or perhaps it was missing a component that he just couldn’t quite place his fingers on. The index finger of his left hand began to tap the top of the book slightly as he racked his brain, attempting to think of what was missing.

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

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Ginny could honestly say that she didn’t miss summer. The heat had been sweltering for the last few months, which had made Quidditch practises pretty much unbearable. She had always been a fan of weather like this, where it wasn’t too hot or cold; it was just comfortable and it felt nice to be able to walk out her front door without dying of heat. The last few weeks hadn’t given them much of a break from that, but now it was starting to cool off and according to the Muggle weather reporter, it was supposed to stay that way since Fall was now rolling in and Summer was fading away. As she stepped out onto the balcony of her small flat, Ginny took a moment to truly appreciate the gentle breeze coming off the nearby lake as it swept her hair around her face. The view from her perch was a beautiful one as the sun’s rays lit up the leaves on the trees that had already started to turn, and she smiled, glad to be alive and well. It had been a hard transition between being on a battlefield to seeing Hogwarts rebuilt and graduating from it just like her brothers had all done before her, but she had more or less settled into her life now without many complaints.

In Ginny's opinion, everything about the wizarding world had changed. Not only were people living in less fear than they had been for the last few years, but now it seemed that the world was sort of uniting as one, helping each other to pick up the shattered pieces of their world and glue them back together in a new way, making a new world – even three years later. It was nice to see people who would have never spoken or associated with each other before were finally forgetting their differences and working together to re-build, and enjoy, the new world that they had lived to see. A world without evil lurking around every dark corner, ready to strike, was an amazing change, and Ginny was glad that she was still alive to be able to see it. It was moments like this, however, when Ginny thought of the fallen, family and friends of those who had survived, who would never see the new world in action. People like Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Mad-Eye, Sirius, and many others. They were all people that Ginny looked up to, and kept deep within her heart so that she would have a piece of each of her lost loved ones to hold on to. With their memories locked deep within her, Ginny felt as if they hadn't died, and viewed the new world as a tribute to the fallen to remind every one about the people who had bravely given their lives to make the world the way it was now. That just meant that none of them had died in vain.

It was comforting when she looked at it like that, and after a few minutes she strode back into the flat and dug her purse and a pair of casual boots out from her hall closet. It was too beautiful of a day to sit inside and since she didn’t have practise with the Harpies or volunteer work at St. Mungo’s to attend to today, she decided that a walk down to her favourite café sounded lovely. Perhaps she would even stop on the way and see if her father was interesting in going out for lunch. Smiling at the thought of seeing her father, the twenty year old headed out the door, making sure to lock it behind her before taking off down the building steps. Once she was in the street, she headed towards the Ministry, deciding to cut through the park to make the trip quicker and easier. As she strode through the fallen leaves, she came across a familiar looking, dark-haired young man sitting on a bench with what appeared to be a sketch pad and some charcoal. Smiling with recognition, Ginny snuck up behind him and leaned over the back of the bench to look over his shoulder. “Nice sketch,”

[/color] she said quietly, waiting for him to jump and knowing he would.
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WORDS,, 708
TAGGED,, Mikey!
OUTFIT,, CLICK
NOTES,, Woot!
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[Mikey Valente Lestoat]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Days off were nice. Mostly because they came once in a blue moon. Of course, that only meant that the days that he didn’t work, his in box began to fill at a frightening rate. But well… one didn’t get much of a personal life if they just sat at work twenty-four hours a day. What was the point in getting his own place if he wasn’t going to spend time in it expect to sleep in his bed? No, while days off meant hell upon returning to work; it also meant a chance at a normal life. Not that there was anything normal about his life, but he attempted to make it as normal as possible. Surprisingly, it was coming along nicely.

A small shiver ran through him as a cool breeze blew through the park. He watched as a pair of joggers went past at a steady pace, never once stopping to admire the beauty around them. His gaze lingered on them for a while before looking back out at the rest of the park. Now that he was not focusing on the scenery for his image, he was able to take in the behaviors of the few in the vicinity with him. It was all so… regular. Like a routine that stayed the same day in and day out. But he supposed that was the price one paid when they lived in ignorance. The tapping of his finger stilled as he continued to watch the joggers vanish around a bend, obscured by some trees. He wished he could have lived in ignorance. It sounds like it would be nice. He would have loved to live, not knowing that it was only three years ago that everything could have ended. Another shiver ran down his spine; although this one had nothing to do with the cool temperate of the fall season.

It had been his sixth year, and by far the worst. Even more so than when that stupid Umbridge lady had been there in his fourth year. He remembered the damage the castle had taken during that night when the battle had been fought. True, while he had been sent home with the rest of the underage students, he had returned back to the castle the next day like many other students to collect his belongings. The place was almost unrecognizable. And while the bodies of those that had fallen during the battle had been removed, the blood stains were still everywhere. He had been shaken up just returning and seeing the aftermath. He couldn’t image being there during the actual fighting.

Mikey had been so caught up in his thoughts; he had failed to pay attention to his surroundings. With his vampire abilities, it was usually very hard to sneak up on him. But hearing the familiar voice of Ginny Weasley suddenly behind him… The young man jumped, the charcoal stick falling to his lap as he clutched his sketch book to his chest. He sighed, slouching slightly in his seat. “Merlin Ginny, don’t scare me like that!” he said, his voice coming out slightly shaky. He lowered the sketch book to its original position to look at it. “Thanks. But… I don’t know. It still seems like something is missing.” He said with a frown.

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W O R D S • 551
T A G G E D • Ginny Weasley!
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • blah

[Ginny Molly Weasley]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

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Ginny was the kind of person that liked to keep busy, otherwise life seemed kind of boring. However, having a few days off from all her responsibilities here and there felt lovely too, and she always managed to enjoy herself during those days. Most of the time, she didn’t plan to see anyone and just ended up stumbling upon them, which was always convenient. Sometimes, however, she did actually make plans to see her friends and family because Quidditch and her shifts at St. Mungo’s kept her so busy that she didn’t get to see them all as much as she liked. That was more or less why she had planned to go and surprise her father at the Ministry, thinking he would probably be grateful to get away from the place for a bit and have lunch with her. As a department head, Mr. Weasley was always at the office pretty late into the day and she could remember him complaining more than once about getting tired of the walls of his office. Plus, she hadn’t seen him in a while because every time she went to visit at the Burrow, he had either just left for work or wasn’t home yet. She only hoped that when she got there, he wouldn’t be so drowned in paper work that he wouldn’t be able to get away. That was why she was trying to time it perfectly so she would catch him on his way out for his owed lunch break.

What she did not expect, however, was to run into Mikey as she cut through the park on her way there. He was her age and had been in Hufflepuff, and she had gotten to know him a bit over their years at Hogwarts. He was a nice guy, albeit a bit insecure and quiet at times, but that didn’t really matter to her. She had made it a point to never judge anyone until she got to know them, and though she didn’t know him as well as she knew some of the other Hogwarts alumni from their year she still liked being in his company. She hadn’t seen him for a while, however, so seeing him now was quite a pleasant surprise. A small breeze ran through the trees and blew Ginny’s hair out around her face gently, which she reached back to push behind her ears while she waited for him to notice her. A loose strand hit the side of his face, and she laughed a bit when it did. If he hadn’t noticed her from sneaking up behind him and talking to him, he would definitely notice her now that her trademark red hair had touched his cheek. It was a bit longer now and had a tendency to stray away like that, and though her mother insisted that she get it cut every time she visited the Burrow, Ginny knew she wouldn’t do it. She had considered it once for a brief moment, then decided against it because she liked it long and she was sure most people did too.

She watched in amusement as he started and dropped his charcoal stick on his lap. Smirking in amusement, she regarded him and simply shrugged. “Sorry. It was just too tempting,”

[/color] she said with a laugh, walking out from behind the bench to join him. After she lowered herself onto it, she looked over at him. “Well, let’s have a look and see what might be missing,”[/color] she said, reaching over to gently force the sketchpad away from his chest so she could look at it. Once she had a good view, she examined it then looked back at him. “Honestly, I don’t see anything missing. Sometimes simplicity is the best thing,”[/color] she responded. “However, if you really feel like something’s missing, maybe you could add more colour to it if you’re done the general outline.”[/color] She was more or less taking a shot in the dark here since she didn’t really know much about art. However, she did know a few things to avoid sounding stupid with her suggestions.

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TAGGED,, Mikey!
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[Mikey Valente Lestoat]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Usually, Mikey was all about the simple things in life. When it came to wants and demands, he did not have much of them. The way he saw it, he was lucky to be alive. Both in an inspirational sense and a literal sense. Every single person on earth was lucky to be there for some reason or another. Whether wanted or not. And it was kind of sad to see that most people just did not understand that. Almost everyone had to have something of a material possession. And he never understood why. Sure, he had his own material possessions that he fused over with; but in the end, they were nothing more than inanimate objects. But he figured that maybe, some people really could not see what was really important right in front of them. He immediately thought of his older siblings. His brother and two sisters. His Mother. He would gladly give up everything he owned for them.

However, when it cam to his drawings, Mikey usually doted on them until he felt that it was perfect. Until nothing was left out. The perfection of that Material need had to be fulfilled. If he were asked, Mikey would say that he just got this feeling in his gut that basically said 'do it or else'. And well, Mikey never wanted to see what the 'or else' was. Not just with his drawings but everything. 'Or else' was just a statement, a small phrase that he never wanted to be faced with or having the 'pleasure' of witnessing.

He stuck his tongue out in a bout of immaturity at Ginny's apology. “I will remember that.” he said to her with a grin. He moved over on the bench to that there would be room enough for Ginny to sit down without having anyone invading anyone's personal space. His light blue eyes flicked up to study Ginny slightly as she in turn studied his sketch. He allowed her to take the sketch book from his grasp. It had been a while since he had last seen her. At least up close and in person. He had caught glimpses of her at the Ministry as she came to visit her Dad or Brothers. But the last time they had sat down and actually talked one on one had been back in Hogwarts, back in school. She was very pretty; always had been. And if Mikey had ever been a braver man, he probably would have asked her out sometime back in Hogwarts. However she always seemed like someone out of reach, especially when she had dated Harry Potter back in their fifth year.

He could easily remember being a first and second year and watching her blush as red as her hair whenever someone had mentioned the boy's name. Of course, as time went on, she had appeared to grow out of that awkward phase, although it was still evident that the emotions still existed. He tore his gaze from her to look at the sketch. A small sigh escaped him. “No, no it's not the basic outline that's missing. That's just going to remain black and white. But.... you are right. Color is needed. I think that the missing piece is going to be colored. Not fully, but like, the outlines in a sort of faded type of way.” he said. He tilted his head, viewing his sketch from a different angle. “It needs a focal point. Something to draw in your attention. Without that, the piece isn't worth looking at.” he explained. But the problem was what to make as a focal point? It could not be anything big, or else it would ruin the entire picture. He wanted the viewer to look at the picture as a whole, while at the same time being drawn in to the piece that was currently missing.

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N O T E S • this one turned out better, lol

[Ginny Molly Weasley]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

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Ginny had learned long ago to never take life for granted. That was why she never complained about how hard life was sometimes, at least not out loud. She knew that she was lucky to be alive right now and live in the world that her brother and countless others had died to create, and she didn’t take any moment for granted anymore. Even when things got hard for her and she just wanted to scream, she always remembered that there were people out there that had it worse, and she was lucky to have the life she had. Not everyone could honestly say that they got paid to do something they loved, nor could everyone say that they had been at the final battle of Hogwarts and watched Voldemort’s defeat. As far as she was concerned, Ginny was lucky even though she had experienced quite a lot of pain, fear and heartache in her twenty years of life. Not everyone was strong enough to handle the things that had happened to her, but she could and she always looked back and said that all of those things had helped make her a stronger, better person now. Her experiences had become memories and stories that she hoped to pass onto her children one day, so they could know about their uncle Fred and everyone else who had died to give them the life they had. Of course, the days of her having children were still far off but it didn’t hurt to plan in advance.

She smirked at Mikey when he stuck his tongue out at her, reminding her of a young child who was displeased about something. “Oh you will, will you? Planning to get me back eventually?”

[/color] she teased, leaning back against the bench and letting her long legs stretch out a bit as she did. She grasped the sketchbook gently and could feel his eyes on her, but she didn’t mind since she was so used to people looking at her by now. If they didn’t know her as Harry Potter’s ex girlfriend, then they knew her from the Holyhead Harpies or from random encounters during their time at Hogwarts. Most of the males that looked at her, however, were looking at her because of her appearance and nothing else. She couldn’t remember a day when she walked down the street without having at least one or two whistling at her. It was just something she had learned to tune out after all these years. Mikey, however, didn’t seem like he was that type and she was thankful for that. It was comforting to know that not every single guy left in the world only thought through their hormones and not their heads.

Another guy who, like Mikey, didn’t think about that twenty-four seven was Harry, but she didn’t want to think about him right now. She still had no idea where the two of them stood and hadn’t bothered to try and find out. As far as she was concerned, if he still loved her like she loved him then he would come to her to talk about it. So far he hadn’t made the efforts and while she hadn’t either, that meant that neither of them were ready to sit down and assess their relationship. That was why she was doing her best to just live her life and not let her thoughts dwell on him. It always helped to have a distraction, so she was glad for Mikey’s presence right now. She focused back on her friend now, watching as he examined his sketch. “Yeah, that’s kind of what I meant. I think it would look too overdone if you coloured the entire thing,”[/color] she responded, pushing back a strand of hair from her face. She then looked back at the drawing as he tilted it, trying to figure out where exactly he could make his focal point. She was no artist so she would probably be wrong in her opinion, but she reached out to gesture to a point on the picture anyway. “That seems like a good place. It would balance out the picture nicely,”[/color] she said, making sure he saw where she was pointing before dropping her hand again.


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