Post by ginevra molly weasley on Aug 5, 2011 6:12:41 GMT -5
Ginny had always been easy to recognise. Her hair and freckles and, well, just the way she was; she was the youngest Weasley, the only daughter. For a while, in school, she was only known for that, being a Weasley, but then came Quidditch, and Ginny found her identity. Soon after that, granted, to most people she became “Harry Potter’s girlfriend”, but in her head she would always be associated with Quidditch. And although, in general, she really didn’t care what people thought of her... if she didn’t have that link, she’d never get onto the Harpies’ A-team.
But in the meantime, in the Quidditch world, she was still a relative nobody (at least, compared to people like Katie or Wood) and that meant that she could usually spend as long as she wanted in Quality Quidditch Supplies without being recognised or disturbed by anyone other than an eager salesman or a particularly avid Harpies fan. She’d fooled herself into deciding that she needed new gloves in an excuse to come here, although really her current pair was perfectly fine, and it was far too warm to be wearing gloves during matches just then. But, excuse stuck stubbornly in her head, she paused by the sets of Holyhead Harpies robes (all in children’s sizes) and smirked to herself, wondering if kids would ever want a set with her name on the back. Hey, they already walked around with her surname on bags full of prank products.
But in the meantime, in the Quidditch world, she was still a relative nobody (at least, compared to people like Katie or Wood) and that meant that she could usually spend as long as she wanted in Quality Quidditch Supplies without being recognised or disturbed by anyone other than an eager salesman or a particularly avid Harpies fan. She’d fooled herself into deciding that she needed new gloves in an excuse to come here, although really her current pair was perfectly fine, and it was far too warm to be wearing gloves during matches just then. But, excuse stuck stubbornly in her head, she paused by the sets of Holyhead Harpies robes (all in children’s sizes) and smirked to herself, wondering if kids would ever want a set with her name on the back. Hey, they already walked around with her surname on bags full of prank products.
