onlyholey | 1 Mischief Managed

[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?

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Of course you're too young! But we both know the famous Weasley charm works. He might not have been able to resist.

Then I must be doing something wrong with that famous Weasley charm because I've not had a boyfriend since Harry.

[She raises an eyebrow.]

Which is, I'm sure, devastating news for you as my brother.

Harry wasn't so bad, really. At least it was a step up from that Michael Corner fellow. I was seriously doubting your sanity for a moment, Little Sister.

Michael Corner was my first boyfriend, those're never quite right. And really, how was I supposed to know he'd be sore about us beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch?

[Ginny huffs, exasperated and amused. She hasn't even dated anyone in the City. Really, her brothers have nothing to worry about.]

Fred still threatened to lock me in my room, though. I probably shouldn't make jokes about snogging the first bloke I see, hm?

Yes, well. That's just Fred being a twat.

What, you wouldn't do the same thing to... Merlin, I don't know.

[Her fingers sketch air quotes around the next phrase.]

"Protect your baby sister's virtue"?

Not so far as the bars, probably.

But he might want to watch what he eats around us.

I should've just started dating the moment I got here. Then at least I would've had some safe period of time without family lurking over my shoulder.

You like having over-protective twats as older brothers and you know it.

I wouldn't have it any other way, Georgie.

I guess you're not so bad, either. As far as little sisters go.

Well, it's not like you've got much choice. Looks like you're stuck with me.

[And then she brightens up, straightening where she's sitting, and immediately begins channeling their mother.]

What d'you want to eat? I can run out to the shops and pick something up if you'd like. Or maybe tea?

Ah well. One must cope with life's little difficulties.

[The second part gets her an eyebrow. When exactly did she turn into Mum?]

You know us. We'll eat anything.

[Since she's grown up a few years alone, George. But she's not telling.]

Anything but my cooking, I'm sure.

[Really, though, she just wants to give her brothers as much time as they need to talk. Of course she wants nothing more than to Apparate to the fountain and throw herself at George like she did to Fred, to reassure herself that she's really got another brother here. But the twins need their time, she thinks. No. She knows.]

I'll find something. I'm... well, I reckon you and Fred'll want to talk and everything. Wouldn't want to be in the way, not that I don't want to see you, of course I do.

It's not as bad as all that, I'm sure.

[That quiets George up a little. Is it strange that the thought of seeing Fred again is making him sort of nervous?]

You're generally not that bothered about being in the way.

No, I'm generally not. Maybe I've grown up some; I know, be amazed, Ginny Weasley can be mature.

[She tips her head a fraction, smile mildly amused.]

Did you want me to be in the way?

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