I wish you would write a fic where...a reporter asks Ginny if she can confirm the accuracy of the gossip blog tell-alls from Lawson groupies about his dick size...
(omg Rachel. My brain went in approximately 4000 directions with this one, and somehow i didn’t go with the secret dating scenario?? [sidenote: there’s no eyebrow wiggle emoji, but if there were, I would definitely put it in.])
“I’m sorry, what?” Ginny managed not to sputter the question, but it was a close thing. Had she really just heard what she thought she did? Was she dreaming? Did someone spike her water as some ill-advised prank?
The smiling woman just repeated her question, apparently seeing no problem with demanding answers to something like this. “Any truth to rumors about some of your teammates’ endowments?”
Endowments? Was she for real?
This was why Amelia’d told her to never stop for questions outside of scheduled press conferences. Well, lesson fucking learned.
Still, Ginny laughed, awkward and at a loss. “Sorry, they don’t keep me up to date on all their charitable causes,” she hedged, trying to sidle away.