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For those of you that knew him, Percy Weasley's left the City.

Maybe he'll be back or maybe the lucky git's finally gone home. There's usually something more to say in these sorts of posts but I can't really think of anything.

But basically that means Weasley's Wizard Wheezes will be closed until further notice while things are shuffled around. Don't worry—we'll get back to stocking you lot with pranks and joke sweets in no time.

Thanks.

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My brother left the joke shop to the three of us, so if you'd like to talk about that, we can try and suss it out.

And if we haven't been properly introduced: hi. I'm Ginny.

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that was quick

[AKA oh my god hang on she has to find shoes.]

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didn't know you needed time to do your hair.

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[Ginny doesn't think that text warrants a reply because she's pulling her hair into a ponytail, thanks very much. And then she's out of the flat and Apparating instead of taking the lift and she reappears in the lobby with a sharp crack to get there faster.

Pointedly,]

I never do my hair.

[To the relief of everyone, she's sure, she doesn't look like she's been crying or anything; mostly, she looks tired and restless all at once. But at least she's smiling over it all.]

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[He tries not to jump when she appears. It can't quite be called sneaking up. He's in workout gear, track pants and a hoodie. It's a shift from the suited workwear most people know him for, but familiar if she's seen him in the early mornings on a run down to the beach.]

Oh. I thought maybe it was one of those things where you make a lot of effort to look like you've made no effort at all.

Coming?

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I'm here, aren't I?

[But it's soft, good-natured. She's dressed similarly and it's almost comforting to her because it reminds her of late night Quidditch practices. Ginny rocks onto the balls of her toes, balancing for a moment like she's truly considering the offer, then tucks her wand up her sleeve and settles back on her heels.]

What's the plan?

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[He tilts his head.]

Well I sent you a picture of my gym, but if you'd rather go to the opera... I figured we'd go and work up a sweat.

[Not even a come-on.]

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I meant, are we running.

[Except it isn't a question. The tension's strung all through her muscles and if she can't fly, then she'll run. Except she doesn't know where they're going, so - ]

Lead the way, I promise I can keep up.

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When we're outside. Try not to knock over any old ladies - I don't need the extra work.

[There's only so much speed you can get up running through the outskirts of the city - that's why Chase takes it down to the beach for a daily work out, but they head past the palace and skim the edges of down before he ducks down an alley to a sign hanging on what looks like the shadiest building in the world. He has a card key for the door.]

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[Oh, good. Shady alleys. That brings back good memories. Ginny follows despite that because that was a long time ago and no reason to worry now—and watches a bit dubiously while she catches her breath. She doesn't ask, though, because this is Chase, and she ducks into the building after him, unzipping her hoodie to the tanktop underneath as she goes.

Conversationally as she unties and reties her hair,]

Nice place. Come here often?

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Enough to get a good return on my membership.

[He flashes the card at her. There's an overexposed mugshot of him printed onto the plastic along with the gym logo. He shrugs.]

I like places where you don't get hassled by the staff, or the new-year diet fanatics.

[Which means that inside it's bare walls or peeling paint, and chilly rooms with scuffed floors. Only one room seems to be occupied - a tank of a man grunting to himself as he lifts weights. But the equipment, though not fancy, is decent and new enough. Chase nods toward a room she'll recognise from the pictures.]

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[She smiles briefly then steps ahead of him into the room, shrugging out of her hoodie and tossing it aside as she crosses to the punching bag, rests a hand on it, gives it a bit of an absent shove. She'd joked, of course, it isn't too high off the ground for her—she just hasn't seen one since one of the boys on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team suggested that the Room of Requirement put one in there for training in case they lost their wands in a duel. (He was killed, she thinks.)

Ginny glances down to the wand strapped to her forearm and draws it free, conjures a length of fabric, works on wrapping her hands like she'd been taught, quieter than usual. Then - ]

Thanks for letting me come along.

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[He just nods, watching her for a minute before throwing across a pair of gloves.]

It was between this and a bar, and the latter seems like it might have been a busmans holiday.

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[She catches the gloves with a Chaser's reflexes, glancing over her shoulder, slightly amused.]

And I've already had a drink today.

[The wand gets tucked away again and she looks over the gloves with interest, sliding one on.]

Never used these before.