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[brainiest]

You know what I mean - I'm not a soldier, or an Auror. I'd much rather do the research.

[ Not that she hasn't learned how to fight - she'd had to. She knows how to defend, protect, stun, paralyse, knock out - she knows how to kill and torture. She just doesn't want to put that information to use, not unless it's life or death (as if it hasn't been that way for the last seven years?) ]

We've done a lot because we've had to - we never got the choice. I wouldn't give it up for anything, not really, because it was Harry, and our world, but that doesn't mean it was right. I just wish things could have been easier for all of us, you know?

[ But it's the past and she's grown up to be a strong, capable young woman because of it. She can't complain about that. ]

I'm not sure we can trust them either, really, but they've done nothing to steer us wrong just yet.

[hexuality]

[ She does know what she means, of course she does. And even with what Ginny's done with the DA, she'll never consider herself a soldier—just someone put in an impossible situation making do as best she can. And someday, she'll be well ahead like Hermione and be able to look back on it all with such surety but as of right now, the war is very much her present and so are the scars from the first semester alone.

Ginny presses her lips together at the last bit, though, looking away. ]

Well, it's just been a few months. And High Queen Solais is... well, I don't know what to make of her. Kind enough. But I want to know why I was left like that for practically a month. And maybe we'll never get any straight answers—I hate that.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione pauses for a moment, glancing over at Ginny, almost awkwardly. Sometimes she forgets that Ginny is a little behind her, timeline wise, and this - all of this - might be a little much. She reaches out, touching her shoulder and passing her a cup of tea. ]

I wish I was used to not getting straight answers, but... [ She grins, shrugging a shoulder absently. ] I'm sure we'll figure it out.