Ginny hadn't hardy left the house for the past month, too busy taking care of her children. She loved staying home with them every day, but occasionally needed a break. So she had left her son and daughter with their father, with a promise to be back before bed time. Nw she wandered the forest of her youth, remembering.
This forest had been where she'd first learned of her psychic abilities. It had been the place where she had first seen death, where she had first cause one. It knew all her secrets, all her fears. It new her as well as she knew it, nothing was left unexposed.
It had seen her first marriage bloom, and then fail. It had seen her first husband hit her the first time, leaving purplish bruises all over the left side of her face. It had seen her fight him back once, then several times.
The forest had seen her and Xaver fall in love. It had seen their love grow. It had seen Xaver's sister's death. It had been there for every moment since she had first stepped foot onto Hogwarts ground, more than ten years ago.
It was still a place she went to.
And as the red haired woman walked, she sang. A silly tune, something she sang to her children. It was full of happiness, full of carelessness. She was reverting back to her original childish attitude. Everything was ok as long as you wanted it to be.
She knew it wasn't really like that. But it was a fun lie, something she had told herself millions of times. Even when she'd been hurting people.
Now she spotted Stacey, lifting up a hand in a lazy wave and a small smile flitting across her face.
"Hi Stacey."