Kamia brought Ginny back to her staff dormitory.
"Sit on the sofa for a while." She took off her hat.
Kamia pushed Ginny into the living room and went into the bedroom. While Ginny was sitting on the sofa, the female professor came out with little Tommy, who was drinking milk.
"Professor Kamia, do you usually leave Tommy alone in the dormitory?" Ginny was a little surprised. She had never seen such a small baby.
But she remembered that when she was young, her mother didn't dare to let her out of her sight at all.
Kamia just smiled — a fake smile — and said, "Yes, our Tommy is very obedient, and he also has the house elves in Hogwarts to help take care of him."
After feeding Tommy half a bottle of milk, Kamia put the baby in a baby playground in the corner of the living room, and then poured two cups of chocolate milk for herself and Ginny.
Drinking the hot chocolate milk, Ginny still didn't know why Kamia called her over, so she looked at the female professor suspiciously. Kamia smiled gently.
She asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"
"How did you know..." Ginny blurted out.
Then she quickly covered her mouth.
Kamia pretended not to see Ginny's embarrassment.
She just said casually, "Chocolate helps to relieve tension."
Chocolate... Ginny took a big sip from the cup.
The warm drink went down her stomach.
The anxiety and mania that had been hard to get rid of in recent days seemed to have really been relieved.
She slowly talked about some gossip related to the weather and the course.
Only then did Kami pick up a stack of parchment papers on the coffee table. She flipped through them and said with a smile, "Jenny, I've read the homework you submitted. It's very good. I think it's already surpassed the highest grade."
Ginny made a mistake and knocked over the glass. The brown chocolate milk spilled on her skirt and shoes, and left a conspicuous mark on the linen carpet.
"I'm sorry, Professor Kamia! I'll clean it up right now! "
"No need." Kamia quickly pulled the girl and used "Clean Up" to clean up the spilled cup and carpet. Then she handed Ginny a handkerchief. "Wipe it first. It's better to wash clothes by hand."
The blushing girl sat down again. Kamia got up and poured her a glass of milk. Then she continued the topic. "The red-haired Annie of Green Gables. Very interesting theme. is it based on yourself?"
Bang! The glass fell to the ground again. The red-faced Ginny suddenly stood up, picked up the glass, and wiped the milk on the carpet with the handkerchief. Then she realized that the handkerchief was also handed to her by Kamia. For a moment, she was so anxious that she almost burst into tears. Until a not so gentle hand grabbed her arm and pulled the girl to sit down beside her. In a gentle voice, the girl said, "Look at you... You look like you're on fire."
Jenny lowered her head uneasily, but her fiery red hair contrasted with her red cheeks, which was indeed very characteristic of the academy.
Kamia waved her wand and rolled up the carpet. Then she went into the bedroom and found a dress of her own. After shrinking it, she handed it to Ginny and asked her to change into it in the bathroom. Fortunately, although Kamia was casual, her taste in clothes was not infected by Mr. Lovegood. After changing into her dress, Ginny did not look too out of place. Instead, she suddenly felt like a young girl.
Kamia stroked her chin and smiled. "Well, it seems that I haven't completely turned into an old hag." As she said that, she handed the milk bottle in her hand to Ginny.
And so, Ginny held the milk bottle and chatted with Kamia. The female professor did not dwell on Ginny's creative intentions or the source of her inspiration. She just casually talked about the content of the story and the characters. This allowed Ginny to control her hands well and did not knock over anything.
"... I think these few paragraphs are really interesting. It's the anger she showed when Mrs. Lynd mocked Annie and when Gilbert joked about Annie's red hair. You wrote it so vividly. But we all know that although you have red hair, no one has ever mocked you, right? And I've never seen you get angry before! " Kamia seemed to be very curious. "But you wrote it so vividly. It's as if you experienced it yourself."
Ginny frowned in confusion. Her dark brown eyes shone under the candlelight. She said, "But, Professor Kamia, I can really feel Annie's anger! She came from an orphanage, and no one really cared about her. She can only care about herself. So, she has to pay special attention to her red hair, she has to fantasize especially hard, and she has to pay special attention to the friends who accept her first... "Ginny subconsciously bit the pacifier and then said doubtfully," Otherwise, she will become very pitiful! "
"So... you can feel Annie's anger?" Kamia's smiling face was somewhat ambiguous under the candlelight.
Ginny felt that she should not say it. But perhaps the chocolate milk really could make people feel at ease, or perhaps the neighbor's attitude was too gentle, or perhaps it was the naive and childish trust of a child. She nodded and said, "Yes, I can."
As if she had spat out a fishbone that had been stuck in her throat for a long time, Ginny's body suddenly relaxed.
Yes, she could. She could feel the joys and sorrows of the people in those stories. She could easily immerse herself in a story like tasting candy, chewing the plot in detail. She could, because — because of those chocolate balls of Lockhart's!
Ginny suddenly covered her mouth and glared at the person opposite her.
Fortunately, Kamia was flipping through the pile of parchments and did not seem to notice Ginny's loss of composure. The girl quickly lowered her head to drink the milk, thinking that she had almost exposed the secret between her and Lockhart. Although Lockhart had never explained what those chocolate balls were, Ginny knew that it was not something that could be casually revealed to others.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny..." Kamia repeated the girl's name repeatedly. Then, she suddenly turned her head and stared into the girl's eyes with a smile. "Ginevra, you are really a genius!"
Ginny did not even have time to say no before Kamia hugged her tightly. Then, the female professor said excitedly, "Let's read the script!"
Script? Ginny slowly remembered the business before they entered the door. She heard Kamia's cheerful voice say, "Ginny, you are the one and only main character in this scene, so we have to — have to fully prepare the lines, understand?"
Looking at the thick script, Ginny nodded to show that she understood.
Kamia gently patted the girl's back and comforted her. "It's okay, Ginny. What you need to do is to put in your emotions — 100%. You have to be completely immersed in the story."
"You are Captain Kate, you are everyone in the story," Ginny heard Kamia say. "You are the story itself."
The candlelight dimmed at some point. Kamia seemed to have stepped back and sat in the shadows. Little Tommy, who was behind the guardrail, had been very quiet since the beginning. After a subtle nervousness, Ginny flipped open the script that she had memorized by heart and softly read out her lines.
"As the opening line of the story, it was a spring night …" From the second line, Ginny's voice suddenly became hoarse. From Kamia's point of view, although she was not wearing a costume, the girl's eyes suddenly became bleak. Her fiery red hair suddenly dried up and lost its luster. Her white and rosy cheeks not only strangely faded, but also had deep wrinkles.
Kamia quietly clenched her hands in the dark with an obscure expression.
However, Ginny could not see all of this. Just like every time she read the story, she could only see the forest soaked in milky white fog, the colorful dreams, the hoarse and low instruments playing over and over again, the lively women carrying skirts and baskets through the town full of flower stalks … She was Captain Kate returning from the sea, she was Polly Garde of love and desire, she was a dancing corpse lying at the bottom of the sea … She was the whispering moonlight that fell on the chest of a young girl, she was a leaf that was blown up by the wind for a long time … She was a spinning psychedelic point of view …
"… I, the blind Captain Kate, can still see in the dark like a cat, sailing through the sea of my tears to visit the dead. The dancing William is still dancing, Jonah Jarvis is still the same, Corey Bevin's skull … Rosie, who is with God, has already forgotten about death … Miss Milly Vanville Price is still writing a chapter of love and desire every night, but Mr. Mogg Edwards will never come in … Mr. Waldo passed out drunk in the dark forest, holding the beautiful Polly Garde in his arms, he did not care about the sight and sound of the neighbors and birds around him, nor did he care about whose name Polly Garde was calling out in her lingering embrace …"
The old Captain Kate sat in the body of the eleven-year-old Ginny Weisles and recited the lines like a spell.
"… The thin night is getting dark, the breeze ruffles the surface of the sea, under the milk tree that is gradually waking up, the breeze soothes the streets to sleep with sighs, the vision in the milk forest is dark, in the passionate gaze of the love seeker, every root is like a torn horse's hooves …"
Kamia supported Ginny, who had almost collapsed to the ground, and kept calling her name and rubbing the girl's cold hands. After a long time, Ginny's unfocused eyes focused again, and then she opened her mouth and let out a hoarse "Ah."
Kamia held Ginny's shoulders tightly and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am …" Ginny opened her mouth for a long time before she answered in a daze, "Ginny, Ginny Weisles, I am Ginevra Weisles." Then she threw herself into Kamia's arms and cried.
Kamia pressed the girl's trembling back and whispered some words of comfort. After a long time, Ginny raised her red face and sobbed, "I don't want to read this …"
"Okay, we won't read this today." Kamia put the still warm milk bottle into Ginny's arms and comforted her, "Ginny can read whatever she wants to read, okay?"
Ginny held the milk bottle tightly like a frightened cub. After taking a sip of milk, she raised her head and said loudly, "I want to read my own story!"
Kamia could only go along with her. "Okay, what does Ginny want to read? Anne of Green Gables? "
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