Hello Maxie. I love how you open your posts. They pre set your mind into solitude so you can reflect only on what your reading. Poetry in motion, in life itself. Love this for example:
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The night was soft, like the gentle rustle of a beautiful dress, or the touch of wind on a shut window-pane,
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Her ankle twisted rather painfully, and she was sent flying most gracelessly down the remaining length of the flight of steps.
Experience can be a painful teacher. Hope her ankle is ok.
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She had hoped she would impress the old woman, at least through her knowledge of proper etiquette, but it seemed now that fate had other things in mind, for her.
How sad for Ginny. You'll have your opportunity to shine. Even Aunt Muriel will be left speechless. (There is a first time for everything.) Just don't give up Ginny!
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Aunt Muriel smiled, a smile that was by no means grandmother-like or gentle.
Bluurrr! Did someone just open the freezer door? It suddenly got cold! It doesn't faze Ginny though. Maybe with a little practice she'll be able to serve Aunt Muriel some of her own medicine. I hope not though. I love Ginny the way she is. I think Ginny is very confident in herself. Moreso than any of the other HP characters.
I can't be sure, but I think this is my favorite part of the post.
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“Excuse me?” Ginny asked, her mouth falling open. She was not what they call 'girly,' and she hated fancy things, and loved rough weather, and Quidditch, and the feel of a freshly-polished broomstick, and bitter winds; but, in her heart of hearts, she was also a girl, and could not deny that the nature of the ball pleased her – she had dreamed, many times, of pretty things such as these, and the fact that it could be turned into a reality was very beautiful. But if Aunt Muriel believed she would hunt out a man, on an occasion such a this, the woman was sorely mistaken – there was no way that Ginny going to ruin the realization of a childhood dream for the sake of some stupid whim of her Aunt!
It's kinda like that poetry in motion stuff I mentioned earlier. And I've been known to say that I don't like poetry. Well, I have to retract that statement. Some poetry is just meant to live within. Great post Maxie. I'll be watching for your next one. Much love to you, and take care of your wonderful self.