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Clint's right. This place really does have to work on its sense of humour.

[Ginny's in the office of Passioné, doors and windows locked, wand in hand at all times. She's seen her brother's face out of the corner of her eye over and over and it's put her on edge, but not enough to stay out of trouble. When she pushes a hand through her unruly hair, there's gauze spotted with red wrapped around her left forearm—that's her reason for making the broadcast, really, so she holds it up to the camera.]

Word of warning if you're playing the heroic Gryffindor like yours truly—they bite.

[She looks like she might say something else, but there's a clatter of sound from the window and she freezes, eyes narrowing. And then she reaches out and switches the feed off.]

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[She's a Weasley, they flush as easily as breathing. Or so she would argue if he pointed it out. Instead, she stares at him, genuinely bewildered by the question.]

What?

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With that fever you're running you're either one or the other.

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[She lowers her wand and does a quick mental check and knows he's right, that the points in her favour (were there any at all?) are ticking down; because everyone was right and she was too flippant to see it. Ginny sucks in a breath through her teeth and exhales, brows raising at him as she quips,]

You're sure you lot just haven't got the heat turned up?

[It is hot. Because the way her hair is damp with sweat at the nape of her neck isn't enough of a clue. At first she thought it was the physical exertion outside, but that was a while ago now.]

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[It's not flippancy. Chase isn't unfamiliar with her type - they can keep going beyond normal endurance just so long as they don't stop.]

You'd better let your brother know where he can find you.

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[That's the only way she got through the battle at the castle.]

This wasn't our deal.

[But it's a half-hearted retort. She's already pulling out her phone and one-handedly texting Percy about why she isn't in her room; the message is brief, she's sliding the phone away in seconds and looking up at Chase, a little unsure of where to go from here now that protestations are useless.]

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You broke our deal by being genuinely sick. Am I bitching at you about it?

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Oh, don't. I'm allowed to be cranky.

[Ginny huffs out a sigh, dropping her head into the palm of her hand, fingers of that free one flicking in an empty gesture.]

Would you rather I up and left? I still can. Just thought I'd try listening for a change.

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[Chase looks at her for a minute, or looks at her, but says nothing, just raises his eyebrows.

Then he nods to the door.]

Lets find you a bed on one of the observation wards. Want me to take you up in a chair?

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[Maybe she withers just a little bit under that look, but she won't admit it. Then - ]

No.

[Her head snaps up (perhaps not the wisest decision) but the emphatic nature of her response would have been enough. Half of it is out of sheer stubbornness and mortification and the other half is just that she's certain she's perfectly capable of walking. She made it here, didn't she?]

I mean, I—augh, I didn't mean it like that, I just... I'm alright with walking. If you don't mind?

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[Another look, this time sidelong through narrowed eyes as he puts a hand solidly on her shoulder.]

...One day you'll learn when I'm messing with you. Come on.

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Git.

[It's mumbled under her breath with the barest quirk of a smile because she doesn't really mean it. What she means is: That's unfair, Robert Chase. She's off her game today. Ginny rolls her eyes a bit then hauls herself to her feet and the movement immediately hits back, leaving her dizzy and unsteady.]

Oh—

[Godric's balls, she feels horrific.]