Ginny didn’t know what she expected after their tense agreement next to the kitchen sink. Perhaps that Harry would whisk her away to a variety of places full of deep import and emotional significance. Or that an array of friends and acquaintances would parade through the sitting room at steady intervals to provide personal anecdotes and affectionate recollections.
What she got instead was a loose routine that was neither earth-shattering nor particularly interesting.
edit of some fancasts I've seen recently (some are mine, some are already popular, but oh well sksjskdks)
yes I did just put voldemort down as arthur weasley. no I will not take criticism. fun fact all of his + percy's scenes are from the same movie where they play father and son, so.
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Rotten holiday, Valentine’s Day.
First of all, the colors: garish pinks and in-your-face reds that have no business being that bright.
Secondly, the décor: explosions of hearts, and cherubs, and flowers. Good god, the flowers. There was no way Professor Sprout needed to grow that many bouquets and blossoms except for the express need to annoy him.
Thirdly, the giggling. Harry had started taking secret passageways completely out of the way of his classes just to avoid the titter from various groups that seemed hell bent on forcing him into some form of self-disfigurement. Mainly, the urge to shove his quill, pointy end first, straight into his forehead to put himself out of his misery.
But fourthly, the couples. What on earth could be so special about the first two weeks in February that every pair of boyfriend and girlfriend had to parade through the halls hand in hand. Or more nauseatingly, hide down deserted corridors locked mouth to mouth.
In short, Harry was damn near convinced that everyone in the school had lost their minds.