Ginny Weasley Fan Art Novels & Stories

Autumn’s expression turned cold as she looked at them. "Ms. Rivers, if your eyesight’s failing, you should see a doctor. Which eye of yours saw me hurting Luna? "And you, barking without even asking what actually happened. Is being Luna’s lapdog really that rewarding?" Hector’s face turned red with anger, veins bulging at his neck. He pointed at her. "You…" Just then, Ginny walked in, her silver hair neat, leaning on a cane and supported by the driver. She held a delicate gift bag in one hand.

“Yeah, why?” “Well, it looks unusual for me. Are you itching anywhere?” “No. Not at all. Is it that concerning?” “It’s just…different.” My brows creasing, “Different how?” “It looks droopy.” “Droopy?” I parroted. “Yeah.” Ginny answers as she takes a pause for a second. Laughing softly, she added, “Or maybe it’s just nothing. Probably it’s nothing too serious.” “Does it look that bad?” I worriedly asked since I didn’t want Harry to look at me this way.

she congratulated herself. Ginny was, indeed, very good. Gillian did not recognize herself when she looked in the mirror. Her long and curly lashes framed her brown-black pupils. Her Lapis Lazuli eyes looked more dramatic with the clever strokes of liquid eyeliner. Her long hair was pulled and tied into a bun. The severe hairstyle was softened by floating tendrils around her head. "Thank you, Genevieve!" she gasped aloud. "Beautiful Gillian. My Gillian," Rye murmured possessively.

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

Scolding all of them to shut up, or she would tattle on them. Ginny blushed, “Oh, I didn’t know anyone noticed.” At that moment, my friends pushed me from behind, and we all fell through the open door. “Oh hey guys,” Arthur waved at us, signaling us to leave. “Hi Ginny!” we all said in unison, embarrassed. “Oh hey, is that food you have on your plate? Can I have some?” Ginny did not hesitate to eat the food we picked with our hands, and we were all surprised that she did not even care if our hands were clean.

"Let’s just say I turned a few heads. You should have seen Fenn when one of the councilors tried to shame him for what I was wearing. I thought he was going to take the man's head off right there over the soup course." Ginny shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Bet they didn't know what hit them, did they? They expect us to be quiet little mountain flowers, and then you walk in looking like a storm in silk." Ginny reached over to a woven wicker basket nearby, spilling a few colorful wooden blocks and a stuffed wolf onto the rug to entice the toddlers. "Here you go, little ones. New treasures."

Various names were spilled on the table for the Alpha to choose from and he listened to every servant, who participated, honestly. "I think Zendaya is a rare name." As the last suggestion came, everyone chuckled. "You seem to be her crazy fan." Ginny flared her hair and erected her posture to look better, as if trying to prove she was the best. This caused everyone to crack up. Ginny was a model to the core. And just like one, she didn't like another good face being mentioned in her existence. "At least better than Medusa, the queen of snakes." Rosario laughed not before lifting his hands to the height of his head, surrendering before Ginny pounced on him.

Ginny was a Rank 8 Chosen Celestial Being. “Not interested at all,” said Lucas faintly. “I am begging you, senior.” Ginny put on a pitiful look on her face. Lucas ignored it and he was not a good person as well. “Senior, as long as you save our city, we can promise you anything.” Suddenly, Ginny looked at Lucas firmly and said. Lucas shook his head instead. He felt that Ginny was being way too hilarious. After all, he was not a man who would go crazy over beauty.

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.

Most had finished their chores and had already retreated to their quarters. I heard footsteps and I looked back to see Ginny striding towards my direction. “What happened there?” She sighed. “I…I don't know but I'm glad my head isn't on a spike.” She chuckled, kneeling down beside me. “Don't mean to be rude but is this how Westlanders always look like?” She asked, her eyes boring into mine. “How?” I asked, arching my brows. “Pale, looking like you’d pass out any minute?” She said flatly.