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Ginny knew a thing or two about nostalgia. She had a big problem with it, actually, and had the tendency to live in the past. While her Hogwarts years were drowned in misery, worry, frustration and anguish, they were some of the best of her life. She went through so much, grew so much, and they shaped who she was as a person. It was for this reason that Ginny Potter was obscenely nostalgic. Now, some would say that it was fine, to be nostalgic.

Ginny was downright embarrassed by it. She couldn't help herself, though!

That was why, when she heard that the Weird Sisters would be playing at the Spring Carnival, she donned a pair of ripped up skinny jeans and a band t-shirt (that was a bit small, considering how much her breasts had grown since she was a teenager) and her favourite black boots, and apparated down there straight away. She knew that it was silly to try and forget the downtrodden world around her - she knew that it was impossible. But she didn't care. What Ginny cared about was trying to have a good time, trying to live somewhat normally despite the turmoil surrounding her; just like she had in school. The concert was more nostalgic than just the music and the band; it was like reliving her youth. She wondered if Harry was coming - she hadn't gotten a chance to talk to him, Hermione or Ron in the last little while, but she hoped they also were going to come to the concert, take the time to be nostalgic with her.

After waiting an obscene amount of time in line - and meeting two young men who assured her she didn't look a day over twenty eight - she finally got inside, ordered herself a cool bottle of butterbeer, and happily waited for the show to start; getting caught up in the nostalgia and trying to forget about everything else.

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CAN'T SAY WHEN I'LL BE THERE AGAIN
IT'S TIME NOW TO TURN AROUND
TURN MY BACK ON EVERYTHING[/font]
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Cory really didn't have a plan for today. Days off from Quidditch practice were rare and everyone else on the team had plans, mostly hanging out with friends and family. Cory wondered if she should go see the sights in London. She hadn't really done the touristy things when she first moved to England--but no. The tourist places would be crowded with muggles, people she wanted to avoid, not because she was racist or anything, it was just easier for her to be in the wizarding world than the muggle one.

Finally, Cory decided that she had to get out of her apartment. Casting around for ideas she remembered that there was a Spring Carnival going on and that the Wierd Sisters were playing. That seemed like as good and idea as any. Pulling on her favorite pair of jeans and a curve-hugging team t-shirt she went out into the world. Cory really would have preferred flying to the carnival than Apparating but that really wasn't a choice.

With a sigh Cory recited the three D's in her head. Destination. Determination. Deliberation. God I hate Apparating, was her last thought before she apparted. It felt like she was being squeezed through a really dark, really tight tube. Thankfully, Cory barely had time to be uncomfortable before she reached her destination.

There was already a line at the ticket counter so Cory joined the que. Atleast twenty minutes of waiting later and Cory had her ticket. She entered the stadium along with the mass of fans. People were shouting excitedly and Cory wondered how they could hear themselves talk, let alone think in the chaos.

Cory was able to wriggle her way through the crowd till she could stand comfortably next to a red-haired woman wearing a Wierd Sisters t-shirt. This space seemed slightly quieter than everwhere else and Cory was grateful for that. "So," she said conversationaly to the woman, "are concerts always like this?"