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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!]

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[It's not until she starts laughing that he gets properly theatrical, sweeping her off her feet into a low and charming dip that he probably learned from some really crappy movie he'd marathoned the last time he was properly in the City.

Never a bad time to pick up a new trick of the trade, after all.]

Hey, watch the--careful, Ginny, don't bite me!

[Pause.]

I mean, that's my job. And only upon request.

[There's some sort of squeak of surprise but excuse you, Odair, she is going to give as good as she gets because... competitive snogging??? Or something. If there are wolf whistles from the crowded shop, whatever. And then Finnick makes that comment and she uncurls a hand from his shirt to smack his shoulder, leaning back and hair practically brushing the floor.]

You prat, I don't bite on the first kiss! [Grinning,] Are you going to let me up or are we trying to scandalise someone?

[Spoilers: he's not letting her up.]

Then that must've been something other than the first kiss, because there are definitely Weasley tooth marks in my lip. I can feel 'em. With my very talented tongue.

Hi, Ginny.

Your talented tongue is lying.

[HOW LITTLE SHE KNOWS.

Fine, she's going to hang here in his arms and they're going to take up space but at least it's behind the counter and not in the way of the main shop. She reaches up to ruffle his hair.]

Hi, Finnick. It's good to see you.

Well, cut it some slack, it's multitasking. And the other uses it's being put towards are a lot more interesting than telling the truth.

[THE CHEEKIEST OF GRINS.]

You miss me?

Of course. I can't be anyone else's unflowery redhead.

[Ginny would hug him if they weren't in this position, so she settles for just adding - ]

And the beach isn't nearly as fun.

[Oh, Ginny. For that, the dip he's got her in will turn into a fond, secure hug that brings her head to tuck against the crook of his shoulder.]

I think you mean nothing is nearly as fun without me.

[Her smile broadens and she winds her arms around him, a tight and affectionate thing.]

Right, of course. That's precisely what I meant. [And she remembers what he told her the last time he visited, how he died in his world. Of course that all makes her want to hang on a little longer, a little tighter.] My life's been terribly dull without you and your giant fork.

[Actually, the past year in the City's been pretty sucky and the past few weeks especially, but she's managed. This weekend is a good, necessary distraction.]

You think that's boring? You should try being dead. The company's pretty decent but the food is terrible.

[He really shouldn't say that as casually as he does, but he does. On the other hand, it's hard to really be bothered by anything once you've adjusted to being, y'know. Life-impaired.]

[Finnick. Don't do that, you'll make her sad. That hug goes a little tighter, and she exhales against his shoulder in a sharp breath with the reminder, but she sounds like she's still smiling. She's good at that.]

Is that a hint to take you out to lunch?

It's a hint to do whatever you want with me, Ginny Weasley.

[Only Finnick Odair could make a death sentence echo with the sound of, "I'm a free man". He's not upset about it; clearly Ginny shouldn't be, either.]

Unless you'd rather I do whatever I want with you.

[She's not upset, she just wants him to stay. Okay? Okay. Ginny shifts so she can properly get on her feet because she's starting to go pink from being slightly upside-down.]

You're a married man, Odair. [Pause, and then she does actually blush.] Merlin's beard, and you still—

FINNICK.

[Oh, he'll let her up, all right, but it's not going to stop him from spinning her in a fond circle before he lets her go completely.]

Luckily, I'm as much a married man as you are a prude, so I get the feeling we're both pretty safe in each other's company.

[TEE HEE.]

But I'm not going to stop you from buying me lunch, either.

[Finnick, bro, don't make her dizzy. But she starts laughing again, swatting at his arm.]

Stop. I'm not a prude, I just don't know if my Mum's lurking around here, waiting to pounce with a lecture.

[Look at that broad grin, you git.]

But since she hasn't locked me in my bedroom yet, clearly I'm available to take you to lunch.

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If your Mum's lurking around here, I will bravely defend you by eating all of her home cooking, making like a model future son-in-law in all things, and promising to make an honest woman of you to the very best of my ability.

It's a tough job, but I'm up to the task.

Dating me isn't nearly as complicated as you're making it sound. Not that you're dating me, since you're married.

[She shakes her head, amused, and moves around to ring up a customer and letting Finnick stay on this side of the counter because why not.]

But she fell in love with you the first time she met you, so maybe I'm arguing over nothing.

096.

aiming to get beat up by every visiting member of the HP cast awww yeah

THIS IS SO GLORIOUS THOUGH

IT'S FINNICK ODAIR COME ON NOW WHAT DID YOU EXPECT

NOTHING LESS

god i've missed him so much

me too ;;

bawwww

and i missed this bromance

they are the raddest

they should have a secret handshake

omg yes with hand-slapping and butt-wiggles and everything

it shall be done

yessssss

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