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[hexuality]

[ video ]

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

[manlike]

I've heard others call what you have 'red'. Very peculiar, very peculiar.

[boutant]

The freckle thing may have been a bad attempt at flirting.

[ 'sup ginny ]

[hexuality]

Or ginger. My whole family's got hair like this, though why it's so interesting? You tell me.

[hexuality]

Ariadne?

[She might cry. A little. On the inside.]

[boutant]

[ sdlkgh no don't do that ]

I'd say the one and only, but we both know that isn't always true with the City. [ But she smiles. ] Hey.

[howhappyarethey]

WOOOHOOOOOO!

THIS IS AWWWWWWWWWESOOOOOOME!

[hexuality]

I haven't seen you since you'd gone home. As far as I know, it's still the one and only.

I missed you.

[hexuality]

Sure, alright.

[boutant]

I'm willing to go with "one and only" if you are.

I missed you, too. [ As much as she can miss anyone when she's not in the City, anyway. ]

[manlike]

Red as in strawberries, or poppy fields. Yours is more orange as sunsets and fall leaves.

[hexuality]

I want to see you, but I reckon you should go after Eames first.

[hexuality]

That's very nice of you to say.

You haven't seen hair like this before, then?

[boutant]

That... doesn't sound promising.

[manlike]

Yes, on those that pass by. But I always found in peculiar to call it 'red'.

[howhappyarethey]

Come on! It's fun!

[instead]

I can't? What if I count mine too? We could see who's got more.

[She grins, tilting her head a little, considering.]

I think I'd win. I've got this here - [pointing at her elbow, where there's a cluster of freckles] - I haven't counted, but it's loads of them.

[hexuality]

It's just that you're from the same world! Nothing's happened.

[That she knows of.]

Well, apart from him picking out a blind date for me once, but that wasn't too terrible.

[hexuality]

What's fun?

[hexuality]

Oh, come off it.

[THIS LADY LOOKS FAMILIAR WHY.

Ginny pushes aside the neck of her jumper and bares her shoulder.]

Look at these right here. It's a bloody galaxy of freckles.

[hexuality]

You can call it whatever you like. I'm stuck with it, really.

[instead]

I've got some back here but I'm not taking my top off in public so you'll have to take my word for it.

[Her smiles returns, warm.]

It's good to see you again, Ginny.

[hexuality]

[Oh. That's right. She's turned up before. Ginny blushes, a little embarrassed that she could have forgotten, but so much has happened.]

You too, Lily. Any new baby photos of Harry?

[instead]

Well ...

[She pretends to think for a moment, then can't stop herself and lights up.]

We just celebrated his first birthday, you know; took a ton of pictures there. D'you want to see?

heartbreak all over

[hexuality]

[If she looks a little sad, it's there and then gone in a flash. Maybe she just misses Harry, that's what she could pass it off as—it's true enough.]

I'd love to, you know that. How was it?

[artsyfartsybaby]

[Have an Angela. Also have a baby who really wants to gum on the device but Angela's holding it an arm's length away from him.]

Wait, wait, wait. Freckle counting? Demand they take you out to dinner first.