Post by Rachael on Nov 12, 2011 2:50:43 GMT -8
Title: I'm Sorry
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: She hates being the bearer of bad news.
Retired-Quidditch-Star-Turned-Manager-of-the-Holyhead-Harpies, Gwenog Jones pulled her head out of the floo, a grim expression on her face. This wasn’t a good day, at all. Fixing her blouse and skirt, she strode briskly from her office. She left the office building and apparated to the Quidditch pitch. Gwenog strode out on to the green. Gwenog put her fingers to her mouth and whistled. The team stopped in the middle of the drill. Gwenog beckoned to Ginny, who landed in front of Gwenog. “Minister Shacklebolt was just in my floo,” Gwenog said softly.
The smile vanished completely, all colour flooding out of Ginny’s face as she dropped her broom. The Minister never contacted people, unless... “No,” Ginny whispered, shaking her head. “No.” Louder this time, ringing with the sound of denial. Ginny was shaking her head vigorously, now, red hair flicking this way and that. “No.”
“Ginny...” Gwenog said softly, “I’m so –”
“No!” Ginny screamed, tearing up. With a loud crack, Ginny disapparated, broom forgotten. Gwenog knew where she’d gone, and went after her, apparating to the Ministry. Ginny was a blur as she tore across the Atrium, towards a large gathering of sorrowful Ministry workers, with Gwenog racing after her. When the workers saw Ginny coming, they stepped aside. The horrible truth was revealed. “No!”
Face pale.
Eyes unseeing.
Abdomen torn open.
A gut-wrenching wail echoed as Ginny fell on the prone body. “It was McN-N-Nair,” Ron answered the unasked question, voice breaking with his grief. “He’d inf-f-f-filtrated the Ministry trying to get to Harry, but I’d c-c-c-caught him and then he used a charm we’d n-n-n-never seen before. H-H-Harry came out of n-n-n-nowhere and knocked me out of the w-w-w-way.”
Gwenog dropped to her knees beside Ginny, enfolding her in her arms as she whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: She hates being the bearer of bad news.
Retired-Quidditch-Star-Turned-Manager-of-the-Holyhead-Harpies, Gwenog Jones pulled her head out of the floo, a grim expression on her face. This wasn’t a good day, at all. Fixing her blouse and skirt, she strode briskly from her office. She left the office building and apparated to the Quidditch pitch. Gwenog strode out on to the green. Gwenog put her fingers to her mouth and whistled. The team stopped in the middle of the drill. Gwenog beckoned to Ginny, who landed in front of Gwenog. “Minister Shacklebolt was just in my floo,” Gwenog said softly.
The smile vanished completely, all colour flooding out of Ginny’s face as she dropped her broom. The Minister never contacted people, unless... “No,” Ginny whispered, shaking her head. “No.” Louder this time, ringing with the sound of denial. Ginny was shaking her head vigorously, now, red hair flicking this way and that. “No.”
“Ginny...” Gwenog said softly, “I’m so –”
“No!” Ginny screamed, tearing up. With a loud crack, Ginny disapparated, broom forgotten. Gwenog knew where she’d gone, and went after her, apparating to the Ministry. Ginny was a blur as she tore across the Atrium, towards a large gathering of sorrowful Ministry workers, with Gwenog racing after her. When the workers saw Ginny coming, they stepped aside. The horrible truth was revealed. “No!”
Face pale.
Eyes unseeing.
Abdomen torn open.
A gut-wrenching wail echoed as Ginny fell on the prone body. “It was McN-N-Nair,” Ron answered the unasked question, voice breaking with his grief. “He’d inf-f-f-filtrated the Ministry trying to get to Harry, but I’d c-c-c-caught him and then he used a charm we’d n-n-n-never seen before. H-H-Harry came out of n-n-n-nowhere and knocked me out of the w-w-w-way.”
Gwenog dropped to her knees beside Ginny, enfolding her in her arms as she whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
