When the other girls fall quiet, their rhythmic breathing filling the chamber, Ginny shoves back her covers and lifts open her trunk at the foot of the bed. On top is a red and gold scarf knitted by her mother. Ginny grabs it and shoves it down into the deepest recesses of the trunk.
Aww, Ginny. :(
She lifts the quill to the surface again and asks the one question that’s been echoing in her mind all day--What did I do wrong?
:(((
‘Not that you should go around snogging feckless Gryffindors. Certainly not until well after your fourth year.’
Ha!
This is how she unexpectedly learns the power of silence. The power of not acting, when all she’d ever been raised to know was running blindly ahead.
When I started this fic, I spent a lot of time justifying and thinking through what a Slytherin Ginny would be like. I didn't want to change her character, I just wanted to see how different she could be just with different influences. So, yeah, I tried to track places where she learned important lessons that seemed inherently contrary to the way the Weasleys or Gryffindors had always done it.
It's sad too though, to think about the diary with a Slytherin Ginny, who probably thinks it's her fault more than a Gryffindor Ginny would have, because she's internalized so much hatred about Slytherin.
This is fun playing back through these parts with your comments!
Ooh, that's an excellent point about Slytherin!Ginny probably blaming herself more than Gryffindor!Ginny. Also, I bet others blamed her more, consciously or unconsciously, since she was a Slytherin. :\\
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