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4 Mischiefs Managed - [accidental video]
[The video cuts in mid-action. George is standing in what some may recognise as the Weasley cabin's kitchen. He has a glass of water in his hand which he is staring into, his eyes wide. Both hands are shaking, and he shoves his right one into his pocket to steady it. His breath suddenly hitches, and he looks like he's having difficulty breathing again. All of a sudden his arm is whipping out and he flings the glass across the room so that it explodes with a wet crash against the far wall. George is trembling worse than ever, and breath his coming in and out of him in short gasps. He rubs a hand angrily across his face, trying his best to hold back the tears.
Although it's hardly noticeable, the blue floral of the kitchen wallpaper blooms out in colour under where the glass hit, spreading across the kitchen until the entire wall is covered. George no longer in frame, the feed slowly flickers out.]
Although it's hardly noticeable, the blue floral of the kitchen wallpaper blooms out in colour under where the glass hit, spreading across the kitchen until the entire wall is covered. George no longer in frame, the feed slowly flickers out.]
primary resistance at a critical low
[George is seated on the sofa, nursing a cup of tea (well, it's not entirely tea, but what Ginny doesn't know won't hurt her). He looks much calmer than before. Slightly too calm, in fact. He's sitting very sit, only moving to bring the mug to his lips and back.]
primary resistance at a critical low
Merlin, George, you're almost as good as Mum at that.
[Because Molly Weasley can sneak up on her children like a ghost. Or maybe that's just how Ginny feels about it. Her brows knit as she properly looks at him, having expected a bit more... well, a bit more of a mess, really. Not this. It reminds her of someone. No, someones. She's seen the same in members of the DA.]
Got any more of that tea, then?
primary resistance at a critical low
Beside the sink.
[He keeps staring into his mug as he hears Ginny clattering around the kitchen. Lately he's found staying very still tends to fool people into thinking he's holding together, so he stays on the couch, waiting for the inevitable.]
primary resistance at a critical low
He's too still, too quiet. The whole cabin is. It isn't right, she thinks as she drinks in silence. A house full of Weasleys should be full of life. Not this. She scoots down the sofa a little and gives his shoulder a gentle nudge with hers.]
Knut for your thoughts? [She pauses, then flashes a faint, sheepish smile.] Or you can tell me to bugger off.