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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

[galahads]

How would you do it this time, Miss Weasley?

[hexuality]

I wouldn't, Mr Herondale. That's the point.

[galahads]

Not at all? Not for anyone?

[hexuality]

Are you asking? You've been here before, you know how it goes. I thought you'd hate being redundant.

[galahads]

Perhaps I'm just wondering what you'd do if I claimed a loss of memory.

[hexuality]

Oh, I'd be terribly polite. Check if you had magic in your world because that makes it easier to believe this place, I think. Go from there.

Try not to make things too confusing by saying we knew each other. That's the hard part, though, pretending a friendship didn't happen and trying to find it again.

[galahads]

Ah. [ a mild murmur of acknowledgement, edging on contemplation.



it's followed by a lengthy pause. ] I admit I'd be interested in this 'terribly polite' business. Are you certain? [ IGNORING THE LAST BIT. pretenses regarding feelings (or even feelings in general) are not something he wants to acknowledge or discuss or do anything with. ]

[hexuality]

You'd be surprised how polite I can be. But there's no need for that since you obviously know who I am.

[galahads]

More's the pity. I should have pretended otherwise, just to see how far you were willing to indulge me — I seem to recall you getting quite irate at our first meeting which, I feel I should point out, is not terribly polite.

It is, however, terrible.

[hexuality]

Oh, come off it, Will. You started it then, didn't you?

[She's laughing.]

Or maybe I did. I wouldn't be surprised either way, to be honest. Did you miss me?

[galahads]

[ he falters a little at that — yes, is the answer, of course he did; she'd tolerated him, befriended him, argued with him and yet, somehow, still—

—he never ceases to be amazed at the people who do stick by him. jem, there's jem, but there's always jem and they were parabatai. anyone else, and will always wonders what it is they see, wonders why.

" yes. " of course he'd missed her, but verbalising, vocalising what to him feels like a vulnerability (when did honesty become that?)— ]

I— [ a breath. ] didn't miss your talk of quidditch.

[hexuality]

Well, I wouldn't miss it, either. Especially since the real thing's so much better than just talking about it.

[She missed him, too. Seems like she'll always be in want for someone to bicker with, like there's comfort there, and maybe there is. Amory left, Will did too.]

But I won't drag you on a broom unless you want to try.

[galahads]

I can think of far better places to be dragged, besides.

[hexuality]

If you wanted me to take you to a bar, all you had to do was ask.

[galahads]

And if I didn't mean a bar? Though I seem to recall you having a certain distaste for them. Something about working in one.

[hexuality]

I work in one sometimes. I'm too busy now.

Where did you want to go, then?