Ginevra Weasley + The Second Wizarding War
During the early days of the war, Ginevra could do nothing but wait. She was too young, they said, too young to fight; but she knew she was also too old to sit around as her brothers fought in the trenches. Hogwarts was a far cry from safety; students emerged from classrooms with cuts and bruises rather than laughing. And even if she desperately tried to be the shining beacon of hope, joking around even when she’d had to scrub the floors because she dared to talk back, it seemed as though it was all in vain.
So she decided to fight back. No fear could stop her - if she knew anything, she knew pain, and it came as a bittersweet reminder to keep fighting. Keep fighting and keep surviving. The Dumbledore’s Army rose again, and they were too angry to falter. After all, those who have nothing to lose are the ones you should be terrified of.
she reads books as one would breathe air
im·o·gen /ˈɪmədʒən/
n. a young adult with her nose buried in a book and a creative streak; aspiring actress; frequently found singing at the top of her lungs to pop-punk, musical theatre or disney; sobs for her dead otp and drinks diet coke more often than she should. sidebar fanart by anxiouspineapples.
to fill up and live
