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1 Mischief Managed - [Video]
[The camera opens on the video feed. Not much can be seen, as what appears to be a hand is covering most of the camera. There is a THUNK as the device is thrown onto a hard surface and skids slightly until it settles, setting up a clear view of the edge of the fountain. A young man is standing waist-deep in water, drenched to the skin. He pushes his fiery red hair out of his eyes, and peers towards the device with what may be an extremely familiar freckled face.]
Look, if someone’s trying to make a point here, I have bathed today.
[He’s seemed to have worked out that the device is broadcasting, and is nonplussed by it. He hoists himself out of the water and sits of the edge, trying to shakes the water out of his sleeves.]
And Ron, if this is another one of your misguided attempts to ‘cheer me up’, I must say that you’ve reached a bit of an all-time low. Dropping me into a fountain, really? Absolutely no finesse at all. In fact I’m considering disowning you on the spot. And I have water up my ear-hole.
[He tilts his head over and gives it a smack to try and dislodge the water. Wear his left ear should be, there is simply a dark hole in the side of his head.]
If the water seeps into my brain I am holding you personally responsible. I don’t need to be brain-damaged on top of being horribly disfigured.
[He hops to his feet and scoops up the device, holding it level with his face as he turns around, surveying his surroundings.]
Now. Where in bleeding hell am I?
Look, if someone’s trying to make a point here, I have bathed today.
[He’s seemed to have worked out that the device is broadcasting, and is nonplussed by it. He hoists himself out of the water and sits of the edge, trying to shakes the water out of his sleeves.]
And Ron, if this is another one of your misguided attempts to ‘cheer me up’, I must say that you’ve reached a bit of an all-time low. Dropping me into a fountain, really? Absolutely no finesse at all. In fact I’m considering disowning you on the spot. And I have water up my ear-hole.
[He tilts his head over and gives it a smack to try and dislodge the water. Wear his left ear should be, there is simply a dark hole in the side of his head.]
If the water seeps into my brain I am holding you personally responsible. I don’t need to be brain-damaged on top of being horribly disfigured.
[He hops to his feet and scoops up the device, holding it level with his face as he turns around, surveying his surroundings.]
Now. Where in bleeding hell am I?
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[She says that almost dismissively, but really it's just the concern washes over everything else. She can't believe hoping for their brother to come to the City actually worked. Maybe that was the secret to it. Maybe if you wished... but she's done that dozens of times throughout her long stay here, and it's never worked before. Maybe it really was just the twins and how they must always be together.
Ginny hesitates a little at the glance George sends her way, though she's normally so fiery under most circumstances. This is different. This is so much different from being indignant in the face of their mother or the Carrows.]
This'll sound... really sodding mad, but humour me, alright? [She meets his gaze as best she can through the camera.] When are you from? What's the last thing you remember before coming here?
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It's the September, Ginny. 1998. Last thing I remember - I guess I'd just closed up the shop. Ron'd gone home a few hours before.
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Ginny sits back in her chair, not quite able to mask just how stunned she is. That's farther than anyone else she can remember. Even Harry, who was the most ahead of them when he arrived a year and a half ago - he was still from immediately after the battle. Still ragged and exhausted and dirty from it. Fred, too. She knows the battle takes place in May, but four months ahead?
She can't even imagine it. What it must be like for George, their parents, herself, any of them.]
September of 1998. [She shakes her head.] It was March last, for me. It's been a lot longer than a few months, but... Merlin, George.
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No. I've not lived it yet.
[But she doesn't know if she wants to deal with the crippling losses just yet.]
But I know all about it. Everyone's told me.
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[She's been without world-mates for ages. Hermione came and left. Before her, it was Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange, but Ginny hasn't even told Fred that. Before them, no one. No one for over a year. Without family, it was even longer. She's been here for two and a half years. Three in December.
But she'll happily stay longer if it means she can be with both twins and without the war hanging over their family.]
And you as well, of course. [She smiles.] I wouldn't have it any other way.
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[He smiles at her, genuinely this time. If he's going to get stuck in a weird alternate universe... well let's just say that he's happy she's stuck here, too.
He just WISHES that Fred would show his ruddy face. All this talking about him - knowing he's here. After months of wishing to be able to see him again. It starting to make him feel just a little bit crazy.]
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Naturally.
[She glances over her shoulder to something off-camera.]
I think I'll let Fred fetch you. It's only right.
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[It's almost too much to hope for, at this point. But just maybe...]
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I expect he's on his way. D'you really think he'll just sit on his arse when you're around?
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[He can't help the grin that's spreading all over his face now. He's talking about Fred. Making jokes about him, without anyone looking at him with that knowing, pitying look he's started to hate. And knowing he's going see him soon... well what the hell is taking the git so long.]
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[She looks a little sheepish for being so sentimental, but she'd always hoped she'd have family again. And though she always spoke of using her brothers' products while they were away, she'd look into the boxes and close them again. It didn't feel right if they weren't around to laugh with her about it.]
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[This... needs some explaining, little sister.]
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Something like that. I forget the details. But obviously the products worked fine so well done on the use-by dates, right?
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Alright. We'll save the interrogation for after the touching family reunion.
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He already knows that last bit. One piece of information at a time.]
Thank you.
[And she relaxes a little, smiling still.]
You said Ron was working at the shop? How's that coming along?
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I wasn't going to keep going with it. But Ron was being a right pillock about the whole thing. And he's ended being fairly useful at re-stocking shelves.
video; also do these boys need patching up by one disapproving sister later on >|
[She resists the urge to ask what she's doing in the future. If she's tried out for the Harpies like she's always dreamed, if she and Harry are together, if... no. None of that. She can't know.]
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[He says it with a smile on his face, though. In fact he doesn't know if he could have gone on with WWW without Ron barging in and demanding to help.]
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[She's grinning all too broadly, just so pleased that she can take the mickey out of Ron with both twins now.]
So... he's doing alright? Mum and Dad too?
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