Showstoppers.
It was making the front pages of the Daily Prophet, and it felt like it did four years ago. Like it did all those years ago. She couldn’t do it, not again. She thought of her mother, having already done this twice. Of all she had lost, and could still lose. Ginny crumpled the paper, tossing it aside and not even caring if it landed in the bin. Christmas was fast approaching, usually her favorite time of year, but any spirit had quickly diminished. Not with the disappearances, the deaths, the threats. To all of them, those who had not participated in the war, those who had been on Voldemort’s side, and those who had been with the Order. No one was safe, and no one could fathom who was behind all this. Again, she thought of her mother, of her fear for having to survive it a third time not knowing what the cost would be.
Ginny stood by the window of her flat, watching the quiet street below. Somewhere in the distance someone was sending up fireworks, hoping to give some cheer in such sobering times.
“Do you think those are from your brother's shop?” Luna piped up, having always been so silent when she moved.
“Possibly, you can see them for ages.” She forced a smile, turning to pull Luna closer to her.
“What a gift, to be able to give the world such beauty, even if only fleeting.”