Ginny

Ginny is the seventeenth chapter in the Wombles Eight.

Sam was wandering around Bludhaven.  He was also wondering where to start looking for Ginny Weasley.  He wandered for hours, but he only wondered for a few minutes. He saw Ginny running away down an alley. Then he saw two men in balaclavas chasing her.  Sam chased the two men who were chasing Ginny.  He tapped one on the shoulder and they turned around.  “Aquaman?” asked one, “Aquaman!” screamed another.  Sam had forgotten he was a superhero.  He punched both of the men in their faces and they both fell to the floor with such impact that they made a small crater in the ground.  “Oh boy.” Said Sam, as Ginny stared in amazement.

“Wh- but why…” Ginny stammered.  “I saw you were in trouble, so I thought I should help.”  “What I meant was- why help me in particular?”  Sam turned around and saw that the whole city was full of chaos.  Then a young man leapt down from a building and started fighting.  “Because they already have their protector.” Sam said, with relief that he had a valid excuse.  “Plus, I’ve been looking for you.” He added, just as he saw Ginny was about to ask another question.  “Looking for me?” Ginny repeated, “But…”  “You have an English accent.” Sam interrupted.  “Yes, I’m English, so?”  “It’s just- why are you in Bludhaven?”  “Isn’t a woman allowed a holiday nowadays?”  “You’re not on holiday, I know that much.  This place would be the worst vacation spot anyone could pick.”  “Okay… I was looking for a thrill.”

“A thrill.” Repeated Sam, amazed at how ridiculous that sounded.  “Yes, a thrill!” Ginny snapped, “I need to constantly distract myself from what’s been going on in my life, and what better way than to come to a place which is full of distractions?”  One of the men in balaclavas groaned and began to get back up.  Just as Sam was about to punch him again, Ginny kicked the criminal and he fell unconscious again.  “I don’t need your protection, though.” She said, grabbed her bag, and left before Sam could stop her.

Just as Cathy opened her mouth to argue with Dom, another car made an entrance next to hers. Everyone turned to stare at it. Then they all burst out laughing. It was the slowest car in the world, a tiny peel p50.  Dom felt a jolt in his stomach as he remembered seeing himself drive one of those, complete with multi-coloured flowers painted all over it, when It had attacked in Los Angeles.  Driving the peel p50 which had just arrived was a man with very dirty and long ginger hair, and drained blue eyes.  Nevertheless, he was grinning broadly.

“I’ve been told that my sister was around here recently.” He said, “Can any of you confirm that?” Everyone ignored him, and Dom just said, “Who are you?  I know you ain’t one of us, ‘cause if you were, you wouldn’t be driving a vehicle that could lose to an elephant with all but one of its legs cut off.”  Everyone tried to understand Dom’s ridiculous metaphor, but burst out laughing anyway because they were afraid that Dom would kill them if they didn’t.

“I’m Ron Weasley.” Replied the man, still grinning broadly.  Then he dug in his pockets, and got out a piece of wood.  He muttered something under his breath, then replaced the stick.  “How much are you willing to bet that she-“ he pointed at Cathy, “-can beat me in a race?” he asked.  Dom chuckled lightly.  “I’m willing to bet every single piece of material I’ve ever owned.”  “Right then.” Said Ron, pretending he didn’t know that Dom’s statement had been rhetorical.  “You up for it?”  Cathy didn’t really want to race again, but she said “Yes”, because she told herself that she couldn’t miss this perfect opportunity to make Dom completely forget that he wanted her car.

Ron, to everyone’s bewilderment, was still grinning broadly.  The blonde woman tiredly shouted, “Go!” without a countdown, and Cathy’s car sped off.  Ron just sat in his car at the starting line.

In about ten seconds or less, Cathy was just about to cross the finish line, when she caught a brief glimpse of blue in her mirror.  Ron re-emerged just past the finish line, one second before Cathy crossed it.  He was now grinning even more broadly.

“That’s my car now.” He said.  Cathy sighed, and said, “I suppose it is.”