All the castles way up high...

You know that you're not a normal teenager when you try to swindle your mother into going to the bookstore instead of a clothing store. 

But in my defense (o_o), I really, really despise shopping for clothes. I don't know what it is. The instant I don't find something I like, then the whole shopping experience goes downhill for me. 

And then when we got to Walden Books this evening, I felt like I was in heaven, mostly because I saw the manga section (which I don't remember ever being there). I looked at all the awesome books, and when we were about to leave, I still hadn't decided on a book. I saw Twilight and wanted to buy it, but the only two copies they had, didn't satifsy me. Basically they were not in the best condition. So, this conversation followed with my brother:

My brother: "You're so annoying, Jelena."
Me: "I don't like the cover."
My brother: "Who cares about the cover?"
Me: "I do. I want my book to be perfect."
My brother: "Ugh, just buy it all ready."

Long story, short: my parents decided to come back another time and use my giftcard then.

Wah, I wanted my copy of Twilight now though.

Drabble (HP, Ginny/Harry)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Title: You Left Me Longing For You

Rating: PG

Pairing: Ginny/Harry

Word Count: 244

Warnings: Spoilers for book #6: HBP.

 

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That summer, after Ginny’s fifth year, was the hardest for the youngest Weasley. She had broken up with the boy whom she had a crush on since she first met him. It pained Ginny to let Harry go, but she understood that she had to. She didn’t want to be a clingy girlfriend.

 

But what she regretted the most was not being there with Harry---either as his girlfriend or his friend. So, she did the next best thing: she prayed every day for their safety for she figured if she couldn’t be there with them, she might as well keep them in her thoughts.

 

It was the only thing she could do. Fate hadn’t given her any other choice but to be obedient and not be on the frontlines of the impending war. She didn’t think that was fair at all, but if it was what Harry had wanted, she would do it. His happiness took precedence over hers.   

 

That didn’t mean that, once in awhile (or at least once a day), she didn’t long for Harry or cursed the war with all the foul knowledge she had. So at night she would hold a picture of him close to her chest, and she cried herself to sleep.

 

She believed, amidst all her pain and grief, that this had to end sometime. And she would be there with open arms to greet Harry, no matter whether he needed her open arms or not.

 

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