RP: The First Annual Spring Festival - Day Two

[tt_ginny]

Date: 10 March 2002
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Marcus Flint, Open to Anyone
Setting: The Festival
Content: PG
Status: Public : Open



She waved as she passed the current gave of Living Chess, gripping her broom tightly as she jogged over to whisper a tip in the ear of the young girl playing the Knight. Her game this morning had gone great, though they'd played against a local team from Three, and not any that had the professionals in them. She'd caught the Snitch though and that's what had her grinning from ear to ear as she went looking for the coffee stand, remembering what Alicia had said. If Flint reverted back to his vile attitude with her, she's cure herself of these lingering thoughts.

There were two very lively volleyball games going on at this end of the beach but Ginny could see at least two more at the far end and what looked like a game of cricket, too. She passed a juggler entertaining a group of young children and stopped at one of the beer stands to ask directions. Now heading in the right direction, Ginny knew she was in the right place when she saw Viktor and his teammates had transfigured some rocks into chairs. He lifted a hand to her and she returned the wave with a smile but didn't go over, heading instead to the coffee stand, checking the time as she did.

Comments

[tt_marcus]

More people coming through the portal meant more work for everyone else when they arrived, too. From the point of view of Marcus's work, that mean more people to feed.

Marcus laughed, giving a shrug. "Yeah." He grinned briefly. "But give me a few decades. I could grow into the role." When Ginny looked at him in surprise, he settled on a smirk, leaning back and propping himself up with his free hand. "Dunno if I'd go that far. But Mum's an historian. Kind of drilled into me as a kid."

[tt_ginny]

She couldn't help but smile at his laugh. It was so strange to hear, but it was a nice sound. His grin, however, made her think of those daydreams, causing a small tingle in her stomach.

"Sorry, I can sorta picture you negotiating, but kissing arse? Not in a million more years," Ginny laughed, taking a drink of her ice coffee. She hadn't liked ice tea back in the old world but this was different.

"A historian? That's actually interesting. The only thing my mum drilled into me as a kid was housekeeping charms and cooking," she said, returning her attention to the game. Pointing up, she said. "The Seeker is facing the sun, won't be able to see anything, and he's too focused on looking, not listening."

[tt_marcus]

Marcus took a healthy gulp of his drink. "Yeah, but I could learn. Maybe." He frowned. It was a bit of a dream, but probably one that would never happen even without his lack of schmoozing skills.

He nodded. "Yeah. I kind of grew up with tales of historical battles as bedtime stories." Some might say that a dose of goblin wars before bed as a child had possibly affected his personality. In truth, his father had been far more of an influence in that respect.

"Hmm." Marcus looked out across the pitch, glancing at the Chasers before he settled his gaze on the Seeker in question. "He'll figure it out soon enough when that Bludger tries to have a go at him."

[tt_ginny]

"Maybe, but it wouldn't suit you, I think," Ginny pointed out, being honest and keeping her tone light. She didn't want him to think that she was looking down on him because she wasn't. Kissing arse wasn't something that came easily or naturally to her, either.

Just the fact that he was opening up to her about his childhood spoke volumes, even if he was just telling her about his mum. "My mum never told us anything that might keep us up at night. Actually, I'm pretty happy she didn't resort to sleeping potions, with the lot of us."

Her gaze dropped when he pointed out the Bludger, finding the Beaters quickly, and seeing that the Seeker wasn't even trying to track the game below him. "They're going to tag team him, poor sod," Ginny agreed with a sigh. "I just hope he learns from this."