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[hexuality]

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Welcome to the City, and to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!

[Look, it's the youngest Weasley in question, filming a post to the network from behind the counter at her brothers' joke shop. The place itself is absolutely bustling with people and noise (chatter, whizzing, bangs, flashes!) and Ginny herself looks a little tousled but beaming. She has to raise her voice a bit to be heard.]

Looks like the weekend brought the visitors with it, so we're having a special until everyone goes home! Maybe that's three days from now, maybe it's tomorrow! Wouldn't you hate to miss this lot?

[The camera wheels around to show the shop, the shelves, the colourful magical products, then back to her.]

So come find us! And if you ask us how Babbitty Rabbitty's Cackling Stump is doing, you'll get 10% off one item of your choice! And if you're family—or from home at all—you'll just have to outright bribe me for a discount. [Wink. That means you, brothers, she knows you're out there.] We hope to see you here!

[And with a flourish of her wand and a shower of indoor fireworks later, rousing applause and appreciation from the patrons, the feed ends.]



[ooc; FOURTH WALL! HAVE AT HER. Just no doubles, no telling her she's from a book, and no future spoilers beyond the Final Battle (though if it happens, she'll conveniently forget once it's all over). Feel free to threadjack, too! HAVE FUN AND BACKDATE FOREVER! ♥

Ginny will be at the joke shop, at Passioné, and out and about in the City once shop hours are over. Come troll her on the network or in person!]

Comments

[mapmaker]

[ If he were anywhere else he might have a bit of a jump up and down over the whole time travel thing. It's Doctor Who through and through and he wants to find Sirius and crow over that. But he can't.

Her next comment makes him pause though, face pale. ] Ah. No. It's okay. [ Magic doesn't work on his scars, he'd be able to hide it better if it did. ]

[hexuality]

[She notices the shift in him immediately and straightens, brows knitting, smile apologetic and sheepish.]

Alright, sorry. I won't ask. [Merlin's beard, he's familiar. It's the voice, the expression.] I just—do I know you?

[mapmaker]

I don't think so? Remus. [ He moves to hold his hand out to shake, then thinks better of it, shoving both of them into his pockets. ] Remus Lupin.

[hexuality]

[IT'S OKAY, REMUS. Because when he says his name, it clicks and she lights up and moves around to hug him—which, yes, is probably alarming because he hardly knows her but she spent a few months with just him in the City and then the war happened, and... well. Yes. Hugs.

More gently,]

Hi.

[mapmaker]

[ He blushes bright red, a trait he's never quite managed to get over despite the amount of trouble he gets in, ducking his head a little. ]

Hullo. [ Scratching his other hand lightly. ] So we've met?

[hexuality]

[This hug is going to last a while. Firstly, because the final battle at the school took a lot away from them. And secondly, because the last time he was in the City as a young man, he was killed, and she found his name in the cemetery. She still feels guilty about that.

Finally, a little reluctantly, she disentangles herself, and smiles up at him.]

Sorry. [A breath.] You've been here before. You and Sirius. I know you later on, too.

[mapmaker]

[ The other Marauders touch him, his parents touch him, other people - not so much? So just excuse his embarrassment, Ms. Weasley. ]

I don't remember. [ Curious now. ] Is that why I got the invite?

[hexuality]

[She blinks at him then her brows knit, startled and confused.]

You got an invitation? Did all of— [She looks out to the shop, scanning the crowd.] I don't think that's ever happened before.

[mapmaker]

[ He pulls it free - slightly creased from his jumper and looks curious. ]

I thought it was a prank at first. James is plotting his revenge and it would make sense, but.

[hexuality]

[She peers at the invite and, well, there it is. She never thought something like that would happen, so does that mean... What does that mean with the barriers? She can't ask him that. Why would he know, he's as lost as she is?]

Right. Well, that's odd. [She shakes her head, shrugs.] Looks like you found the party.

[mapmaker]

[ He glances around the shop, amusement written across his face. ]

I'm not very good with parties. This though? I can work with this.

[hexuality]

Well, isn't this sort of thing your specialty?

[mapmaker]

Are we infamous, Miss Weasley?

[hexuality]

My brothers found your map, Mr Lupin.

[That's the nice thing with the City and with ending the war: questions get answered.]

[mapmaker]

We did want it to be a legacy.

[ He grins and it transforms him immediately. Remus Lupin: Actual Marauder. ] Did they find much use for it?

[hexuality]

Are you joking? They owe you lot everything, I think!

[And Harry got it, in the end. She thinks that's something they'd like to hear if it wasn't such a complicated thing—why didn't James give it to him in person? She doesn't want to get into that. What Ginny doesn't know is that her future son, James Potter the Second, will also steal that map.

A legacy, indeed.]

[mapmaker]

I think it's one of the best things we've ever been able to do. [ The first is his three friends learning to transform into animagus. He'll never be done thanking them for that. ]

[hexuality]

It's some of the best charmwork I've ever seen, honestly.

[Then - ]

We really look up to you lot. More than you know.

[mapmaker]

To a bunch of unruly pranksters? Don't let Sirius hear that. It'll go to his head.

[hexuality]

[More than pranksters, in the end.]

He doesn't need my help to fluff up that ego of his, I'm sure.

[mapmaker]

Oh, so you've met him too? [ A wide smile. ] I'm so sorry for whatever he's done.

[hexuality]

Oh, please. He's brilliant. And I'm in the middle of a joke shop, for Merlin's sake—what else can he do? It's already mad in here.

[mapmaker]

Believe me, Sirius could try.

[hexuality]

I believe you, Remus. But I know how to handle people like Sirius, I grew up with two of him.

[mapmaker]

[ Someone sets off an indoor firework and Remus twists to watch it, a smile ghosting his mouth. ]

If he makes off with half your stock, send me an owl. I'll try to retrieve it before we leave.