Broken ones [ENG]

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Ska redigera och lägga upp lite mer ikväll, tänkte jag. Har lite mer saker att göra också bara..

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Jag älskar hur du avslutar dina kapitel, det är alltid på precis rätt ställe och kapitlen känns lagom långa. Underbart

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Tack för de söta kommentarerna ♥ Det lyser upp min dag väldigt mycket ändå, det betyder verkligen någonting. Tack så otroligt mycket! ♥

Here comes the chapter, du du du duh, here comes the chapter, du du du duh, it's alright, na na na na na na na na.. *sjunges till tonerna av Beatles Here comes the sun*

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”I recognize you”, said a very non-sober voice after almost half an hour of snoring. Ginny had been leaning her head against the glass window for a while, dreamily looking at the rainy weather outside, getting lost in her own thoughts. She flinched when her attention unwillingly was drawn back to the man next to her.
“Huh”, she said, trying to avoid any sign of interest in her voice.
“You totally do, you know, I don’t know where I’ve seen you but I’ve totally seen you!” Said the blonde man, with a voice so enthusiastic you could think he’d found the antidote of cancer. He definitely wasn’t sober, and she was actually a little bit impressed that he still could talk.
“Yeah, but that’s impossible for me to know. Can you even remember your own name in such a drunk state?”
“Of course I can. Don’t be stupid.” Draco gave her a demoting look which she definitely had seen before. “You only get more and more alike the person I was talking about, but since you’re not behaving very well, I won’t tell you who it is.” He leaned back in the grey Manchester chair with his arms crossed, ignoring the fact that his strength pushed the chair back so much that the old woman behind him made an angry noise. Ginny desperately looked around in the train compartment, hoping to find another seat, but this was a popular train and all the seats seemed to be occupied by now. She really should’ve used another transport alternative to get to her destination, but Luna had become angry as soon as Ginny mentioned it. This project was very important, she’d said, and broomsticks or apparition could both make the creatures very annoyed and make other researchers curious. You could say a lot of stuff about Luna, but Merlin’s beard, you couldn’t say that she didn’t take her research seriously. So in her wish to be a good friend, Ginny was hopelessly stuck on this train, and she would be so for another three hours. Draco was snoring again, so loud that a few passengers gave him angry looks, but Ginny found loud snores preferable to the annoying company that was the alternative.

She wished she’d thought of bringing a book in her handbag. She had packed a few, but they were all in her other bag, placed in the other end of the compartment. All she had was a finished report about the Quidditch match between Chudley Cannons and Russian Roses – an English team, actually, consisting exclusively of old ladies that no one understood. They were quite terrible at Quidditch and got angry all the time, so the game could’ve been exciting, but it turned out to be as boring as Professor Binns classes. Ginny had been forced to imagine the old ladies playing in only their underwear and with hysterical clown hats to keep herself from falling asleep. She still couldn’t get the picture out of her mind and she wasn’t sure her boss would appreciate her including that in the report. It had been a tough job, not letting that vision influence her report, but as she skimmed through it again, she thought she’d done a pretty good job.

She felt a well-known, warm sensation in her jeans pocket. The two-way mirror 3.0, a birthday gift from Harry, was telling her that there was someone at the other half of it. Ginny stood up, carefully climbed over Dracos legs, and made her way to the bathroom. She wasn’t quite sure that people would ignore someone having a public conversation with a mirror, and it was best not to take any risks. The train bathroom was quite clean, even if small, to be a public one, and she sat down on the floor before answering the mirror.
“Hello, someone there?”
“Yes, definitely.” A face she knew very well showed up in the mirror. Harrys hair looked even messier than usual – if that even was possible – and he looked tired, but he still gave her a big smile.
“How’s the train ride going? Tired of muggles?”
“It’s fine, actually. I don’t mind them that much. The train ride is okay, I guess. Boring. And auror training?”
“Tough.” Harry reached for his water bottle and took a sip. “We’re at the toughest part of physical training, and they’ve probably changed routines since then, but I really can’t understand how Mad-Eye and Kingsley got through this part. I’m going to start doing burpees in my sleep soon!” He shook his head and Ginny laughed at the picture her mind made up for her.
“I’m not sure why, but I’m having a hard time picturing Mad-Eye doing pushups in a t-shirt and training shorts. He never seemed much of the weight training type, but what do I know, maybe he just hid his six pack under that coat all day”, she said with irony.
“That’s scary. Now I really hope they’ve changed the routines.” Harry laughed. “I’ve had three hours of physical training this afternoon and I swear, there isn’t a part of my body that doesn’t ache.”
“Sounds lovely. How’s Ron?”
“I’m going to go check on him in a while, I think he fell asleep while changing from his exercise clothes. He’s probably sleeping hunched over the drawer.”
“Say hi to him from me.”
“I will. When will you be in Wales?”
“Two and a half hour and I’ll be there. Luna will be picking me up at the station, we’re going by bus half the way and then we’re going to walk. She really must be doing some interesting work, living that far away from everybody.”
“Indeed. Anything exciting happening on your train?” He yawned.
“Not really.” Ginny didn’t feel like bringing up her train neighbour – she wasn’t necessarily sure it would make the conversation happier. “I’m going to buy some dinner soon, and that’s about it.”
“Yeah, well, I have to go. I guess I have to cook dinner for myself and Ron.”
“With cook, you mean the microwave-hex.”
“Whatever.” Harry rolled his green eyes. “Hear from you soon?”
“Of course, I love you.” She smiled at the screen.
“You too.” Harry turned his mirror off and Ginny found herself staring at her own reflection instead. She glanced at her digital muggle watch – they had some smart inventions, actually – which Hermione had gotten her for her birthday. Two hours and twenty-eight minutes left. And she had no choice but to return to her seat next to the blonde man which company she so strongly wished to avoid.
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Kommentera utförligt och nyanserat!!
Nej förlåt. Jag bara måste retas med er för att skolan börjar igen nu. x) Men konstruktiv kritik är något alla författare älskar, hehe, så ni kan ju ta till er det. Eller inte. Skitsamma. Gör som ni vill, det är för sent på kvällen för att jag ska kunna skriva något vettigt!!

Om ni typ vill följa min blogg, där jag skriver ibland, lägger upp mina foton och även publicerar den här fanficen, så är adressen www.nattstad.se/convincing! *hint hint*

Älskar Draco och älskar Harry och Ginnys konversation (och allt annat)

Och alltså ... bilden jag fick i mitt huvud här: “I’m not sure why, but I’m having a hard time picturing Mad-Eye doing pushups in a t-shirt and training shorts. He never seemed much of the weight training type, but what do I know, maybe he just hid his six pack under that coat all day." X) Jag vet inte riktigt om jag ska skratta eller gråta ...

I alla fall, helt underbart kapitel. Du skriver verkligen bra.

Keep up the good work Finns inte riktigt något att säga om den. Bra storyline (hitills), bra engelska och överhuvet taget bra skrivet.

Jag är engelska skadad och det gör ont att skriva bara detta på svenska, så det är trevligt att läsa nåt på engelska i alla fall (har typ läst 5 ff:s på svenska)

Åhh jag älskar det och jag tycker verkligen du har fått till karaktärerna otroligt bra. Ingen har liksom helt plötsligt bytt ut allt utom sitt namn, vilket man kan finna i flera andra fanfictions.

Tack! Angående Moody.. ja du, jag vet inte heller men poliser har ju fysisk träning, då måste väl aurorer ha det, right? xD Makes you wonder.

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Oh, tack så mycket Jag byter jättesnabbt mellan svenska och engelska, ibland förstår jag inte riktigt själv hur det går till. Så jag kanske framstår som jobbig ibland Får ursäkta i så fall!



Läste denna kommentar innan dagens sista lektion då jag var skittrött, och fattade ingenting, men när jag tänkte efter så blev jag jätteglad Tack så otroligt mycket, jätteroligt att du tycker det!! ♥

Glömde helt bort att bevaka den här tråden så jag har först nu läst kapitlet!

Men det är verkligen jättebra skrivet, jag blir alltid så glad av att läsa det du har skrivit!