"Unfortunately. There are even a select few of us who are able to not only hear the voices, but to hear beyond them and delve into what each one means."
Ginny appeared, but so subtlety that it seemed she had been there all along. A trick she had indeed learned from her husband. She was in jeans and a t-shirt, looking as relaxed as Stacey was upset. Her vibrant red hair fell in soft waves about her face, but did nothing to help her over tired eyes. They seemed almost dull with lack of sleep as she turned them on Stacey.
"The best thing to hope for is that you can stay sane enough each month while rebuilding the mental block that is essential to everyone who can hear those things."
The red head nodded curtly to Lavy, almost as if she were dismissing her now. She wasn't, in fact she was thanking her for reacting quickly to Stacey. Ginny had aways been the expert on psychic powers, ever since her brother Ron had taught her. And then she had taught Lavy and Sarah and a few others. It seemed only right that in Ginny's place, Lavy was there.
But it also seemed right that Ginny be there. She understood the human mind in ways that few people did. She couldn't explain how or why, she just did.
Her eyes met Stacey's, "Do they scare you?" She asked gently.
