Ginny Quidditch Novels & Stories

Ginny wailed and Enzo immediately walked towards her and gave her a comforting embrace. “I have a witness,” I said. “And who could that be?” My father spoke. “The Luna’s hand maiden.” I saw the look on Ginny’s eyes but something doesn’t seem right. “Bring her in,” Enzo ordered his Beta.

He got smiles in return. While it was difficult to tell true colors in the firelight, Ginny was likely raven haired while her friends had much lighter hair, likely blondes. All were pretty but Ginny wasn't rail slim like her friends. Stephie and Celeste looked like they needed a few extra meals while Ginny had meat on her bones.

Ohh what timing! “It’s a young female,” Luke immediately whispers, flicking his head toward the sound. Goddess I need this wolf of mine to hurry up so I can be sneaky! How cool is that? I open the door to see Ginny, wearing a cheerleader outfit in our school’s colors. She’s homeschooled and probably won’t even go to our high school but she looks awfully cute. She fluffs a pom pom in my face.

I should not, and yet that is the only fucking urge that is rushing through my veins instead of blood. “Who’s taking whom in?” I ask all of them, not bothering to cool down my tone. I do not have the frame of mind to, because she’s here. In my focus zone. And she needs to be fucking gone. “Me.” Knox places an arm around her shoulder. “Ginny will be interning with me.” She smiles up at him with those bright, bright eyes, all green and with barely any gray or even blue. She’s happy, ecstatic, and the thought of murder becomes more and more appealing.

He forgot that Ginny has the special ability to manipulate her opponent's vision. Ginny made Andrew seem to have parried all the attacks she gave, even though in reality, Ginny didn't attack the part he was parrying. Ginny only uses low-level optical illusions, which is to make the opponent see the other moves she makes. Although not comparable to the optical illusion when she made Andrew and Ansel see the shadows of thousands of hands emerging from the walls, floor, and ceiling, the simple optical illusion that Ginny used this time was the most effective.

*Grayson* Ginny was acting weird. At first I thought she'd only been popping up wherever I was because she needed to talk to me. After she'd missed the chance when I was alone, it became glaringly obvious she didn't want to talk. She just kept shooting curious glances at me when she thought I wasn't looking. I met her eyes and arched my eyebrow, silently asking what the matter was. Her only response was a pointed squint followed by a tiny scowl.

His eyes drifted to the side of the room where Jax stood protectively in front of a woman nursing a glass of cider. It was Ginny. She wasn't pale, she wasn't dying, and she certainly wasn't a "failed experiment." She looked radiant, her skin glowing with health and her eyes reflecting a sharp, predatory spark that hadn't been there before. The Councilors looked absolutely buffaloed, their mouths tightening as they realized their "specimen" hadn't just survived—she had thrived and integrated. But the real shock hit them like a physical blow when they looked toward the infirmary wing’s entrance.

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* Eight years ago Ginny glanced at her friends as they were sitting on chairs in a line. She did not know why they were here. The seniors asked them to come in the gym room if they wanted to join the club and now everyone was there and they dragged Ginny too. They were interviewed one by one and was playing simple pranks. She could not find any fun in it but was silently sitting on her seat. "Hey, look who came to join our club. It's Ginny."

It's completely unrelated to me! Ginny was so angry she shrieked, "Today, I'll discipline you on your mother's behalf!" She rolled up her sleeves and rushed towards him. Elizabeth was dizzy from the noise. She eyed Colette, who was constantly bleeding from her head, onto the floor and stood up. "Is this the time to quarrel and fight? Send her to the hospital first!" Ginny reacted by searching everywhere for her phone. But the more anxious she got, the more she could not find her phone. She started to cry.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.