In Unlit Meetings
Theme # 36: Reducto


It was past midnight and, as was her custom, Ginny Weasley was out of bed. It was past midnight and it was windy and, as was her custom, Ginny Weasley was out of bed.

There was just one, tiny difference today - though, to Ginny, it felt like all the difference in the world:

- She was with Blaise.

They were walking, and they had no idea where to, or why. She had come out, and he had come out, and he had asked her if she would fancy a walk. And she had said yes. Why?

She had no idea.

A line of tangled bushes blocked their way, now. Ginny stood there, wondering how to go on, but Blaise did not even have to think: his wand, too used to his incantations-on-impulse skills, moved by itself, as did his lips:

"Reducto."

Two bushes parted, and they walked through. After what seemed like ages, Ginny finally said,

"Zabini, what are we doing?"

Blaise did not look at her. He looked, instead, at the unlit sky: There was no moon. "I'm wondering that myself, Weasley. Any ideas?"

"I think we should head back to the castle, now," Ginny replied quietly.