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[hexuality]

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This again.

[Ginny usually loves days like this, but she hasn't had a good time of it lately and she isn't sure if seeing familiar faces today will make her feel much better. They'll leave again, as they always do, and she's uncertain she'll be able to shrug it off this time as easily as the other instances.

Still, she's smiling, because the youngest Weasley's always got to soldier on. She's so damn good at it.]

I don't have to go through the old routine, do I? Welcome, you're visiting, don't get too worried or excited, it's magic, yes—I can do magic, too. And yes, my hair really is this red; I don't know why that's come up before, but there you have it. And no. You can't count my freckles. What a thought.




[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! ♥

Also—Mrs Ginny Potter (chasingafter) may be threadjacking in this post!]

Comments

[hexuality]

I don't demand dates. Hi, Angela! And... little Angela?

[artsyfartsybaby]

It's not demanding dates, it's demanding respect.

[She angles the device down to show off his outfit. Dinosaur hat and trucks on his shirt.]

...Way off.

[hexuality]

Sorry, they all sort of look the same when they're a bit bald.

[She waves, smile bright.]

Hullo, you.

[artsyfartsybaby]

[He flaps his arms only in the way babies do and flashes Ginny that killer toothless smile of his.]

Think he's got a thing for redheads.

[hexuality]

Think he's too young to try and count my freckles.

[artsyfartsybaby]

He's too young to count anything but boobs and that's only for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

[hexuality]

What's his name?