onlyholey | 7 Mischiefs Managed

[Hello City! It's everyone's favourite ginger Brit (well, one of several) all up in your device.]

Alright, City? Some of you may be informed of a particular joke shop that a certain pair of wizards will be bringing your way shortly. Seeing as I'm in the neighbourhood, I thought I would treat you all with a little sneak preview.

[The camera adjusts to the light, and George can be seen standing in a darkish room. Despite the darkness, the whole decor can be seen as extremely orange and purple, with a few good shocks of magenta and lime green thrown in here and there. He turns the camera around to reveal the front counter, already loaded up with merchandise.]

Anything more than that and I'm afraid you'll have to show up for the grand opening. Hope to see you all there!

[ooc: Better watch yourselves, City. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is almost upon you. George will be in the shop tonight taking stock/setting up. Friends and family are welcome to assume that he roped them into helping and action tag. Random visitors are also always good. :-D]

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[She has the grace to blush a little, but she starts to laugh, startled and pleased because she knows it's the truth and she knows George is alright with the relationship she has with the Boy Who Lived.]

So making him happy's my job, is it? No pressure or anything. Lovely.

I'm afraid that's what you signed up for. Break his heart and it's back to The Boy Who Shouted, again.

Oh, Merlin, don't remind me.

[Not that they don't get into their own fair share of rows. Or that they have, actually, since his arrival in the City. Not since being together, though she's sure that won't last long with their tempers equal matches. Ginny chuckles, shaking her head.]

Loudest summer of my life, I reckon.

Sometimes I can still hear it. Absolutely terrifying.

Next thing I know, you'll be saying he should've shouted Voldemort to death.

Would have made an impact, at any rate.

Like your shop will, I expect.

[She smiles over at him, pausing in opening another box and sorting through its contents.]

I'm really proud of you, you know. Both of you.

[He gives her a glance as he check through another box of love potions.]

We're not doing anything here we haven't already done back home years ago, Gin.

It's different here.

[She can't articulate it, but it's something about home. Something about making this place home as best they can, getting on as best they can, despite... everything. Ginny shrugs and looks back to her work, still smiling even as she murmurs,]

Forget it.

You're right. It is.

[Of course it's different here. He'll never forget that in a moment. But this is different in a way that familiar. Setting up shop with his brother - that's something he's done before. It's comforting. Safe. Not like everything back home.]

[And she looks up again, and there's a pause before she reaches out to touch his shoulder briefly. Ginny doesn't do sentimental, not in a way everyone can see, so this moment is enough but it also speaks volumes. It says it's a good sort and it's family and it's home. And then she moves on to teasing, the touch turning into a playful shove.]

Of course I'm right. I'm always right, aren't I?

[He shoves her back and ruffles her hair. Play-fighting is much easier that actually shows of affection...]

Don't let it go to your head.

Merlin forbid I get a bigger ego than Fred or Bill.

[Pause.]

Or Percy.

[She snorts, shoving him back.]

What a set of brothers we've got, eh?

What can we do? Can't choose your family.

Wouldn't change it for the world, though, would we, Georgie?

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[He gives her another playful punch.]

Speak for yourself.

Oi!

[She brandishes her wand at him, letting it throw harmless gold sparks as she narrows her eyes at him with mock-irritation.]

Watch it, you ponce. Only family'd hang around and help you unpack this lot, but I'll gladly go marching off back to my flat if you'd rather not have me as your sister.

Alright, alright! Surrender.

[And she breaks into the cheekiest, brightest grin.]

Too easy, George. It's almost no fun at all to threaten you if that's all the fight I get.

Do you want me to agree with you or not? Make up your mind.

[She starts laughing again, waving her wand to get the Skiving Snackboxes soaring through the air and onto the shelves.]

No. I like letting you guess.

The worst sister in the world, I swear.

[Ginny's grin grows wider at his words but she doesn't turn around to look at him; instead, she lets one of the Snackboxes come flying out of the single file line she's got them in and has it knock neatly into the back of his head.

Her face, naturally, is the picture of innocence.]

[Oh no you didn't, little sister. A box full of headless hats tips over in the shelf above her, sending a rain of hats down on her head.]

[Naturally, one lands neatly on top of her head, and there's an indignant sort of oi! before her whole head vanishes and disembodied (decapitated?) laughter follows.]

You're going to have to clean that up, now. Well done, George.

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