[She remembers keeping boxes. They'd waited two years, but their owners had come back for them in the end, hadn't they? It isn't a vain hope, not in Ginny's opinion. But none of this is on the tip of her tongue when she sees Cinna; instead, she puts down the boxes and wraps her arms around him in a tight hug, as much a greeting as it is a reassurance. Over his shoulder, she sees the apartment, empty of what made it so very Angela, and it tugs at her heart. It isn't fair, she thinks, that once she begins to have bits of her life from home here, whatever made up her life here decided to return home. Bloody City.]
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[She remembers keeping boxes. They'd waited two years, but their owners had come back for them in the end, hadn't they? It isn't a vain hope, not in Ginny's opinion. But none of this is on the tip of her tongue when she sees Cinna; instead, she puts down the boxes and wraps her arms around him in a tight hug, as much a greeting as it is a reassurance. Over his shoulder, she sees the apartment, empty of what made it so very Angela, and it tugs at her heart. It isn't fair, she thinks, that once she begins to have bits of her life from home here, whatever made up her life here decided to return home. Bloody City.]
Hullo, Cinna. It's good to see you.