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Mad as it is, I've always been fond of these weekends.

[Ginny smiles, looking up from the very full plate of breakfast that her mother's pulled together. Sausages, eggs, tomatoes, toast, everything. It's the most she's had to eat in days considering how anxious she's been, but she can't say no to Molly Weasley, can she?]

And not just because Mum's around to cook for us. I suppose you learn to appreciate them when you've been here for a bit, since it's not just running into friends from home but friends you've met here, too. So if we know each other and you're wandering around, come say hello, won't you? I'll be rather cross if you don't.

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[hexuality]

Any spare moment I have. You know I'd go mental without it, especially lately.

[She pauses, then adds in a more even tone,]

Percy's landed himself in hospital.

OUR BIG BROTHER IS IN THE HOSPITAL :DDDb

[feorge]

[ Fred, for his part, just purses his lips and stares a little, observing the state of her for - signs, maybe, clues, a signal of how severe it is, anything. A muscle jumps in his jaw, teeth gritting for a just a moment before he bites out, short: ]

What happened?

sobbing

[hexuality]

The City happened.

[Still even, still careful. Ginny's gotten better at schooling her expression, smoothening out her tone, keeping her temper and emotions in check. She's had to. But how can she tell Fred that the City let a mad circus through its gates? That it kidnapped citizens and put them on display? That they tore out Percy's heart and left him alive so they could see how a man can live without one? (A mockery, she knows now, of what he'd done to their family. Disgusting.)]

He's recovering, though. Don't worry. The worst of it's over.

[feorge]

Don't give me that shite, the worst of it's been fucking over.

[ He snaps without really meaning to, an unbidden nod to that very same flame. Of course she gives him nothing, because there's really nothing to be done, is there? Fred wasn't there for it, won't even be there to see the end of it (again, he thinks, won't be there again), so telling him won't change a thing. Won't fix what's been broken, and he would laugh at that, how there's always something bloody broken, if he weren't busy seething.

But he calms himself, inhales deeply and goes right back to clenching his jaw shut. Taking it out on Gin will get them nowhere, he knows, and Fred doesn't want to be angry, much as he does so excel at it. He doesn't want to keep fighting. It's been over for them, long since. He knows that one in the stillness of his heart.

A beat, a swallow; he tries again, lighter this time, half-hearted jest, but he's trying. ]

Don't s'pose I can go visit him, or have I got to break into the hospital? I've really no scruples against the latter, might even be a bit of fun.

[hexuality]

Don't you dare take that tone with me, Fred Weasley.

[Why do they always fight at the worst possible moments? She sucks in a breath through her teeth and closes her eyes, reaches for calm. Pointless. Useless. Move on, move forward, that's what she's had to be good at and this is the best time to do it. She waits for him to speak first, and when he does, the subtle shift in his tone is enough to ease the tight coil in her chest and she even flashes a small smile.

How far they've come.]

You can visit him. Probably should, in all honesty, given what he must be thinking. You know how the prat feels about what he did to the family; I'd say seeing family'll help.