[She's already running to him, and for the first time in all her years in the City, she jumps into the fountain to get there faster, ignoring the bewildered stares of the passersby. Her hair is quite a bit longer, her height isn't that much taller at all (Merlin knows she stopped growing at fourteen), but she's most certainly older. Something about the eyes, the way she carries herself, because she hasn't lived the rest of their war yet but other things have robbed her of that childish innocence all the same - but that conversation is for another time. This time is for explanations of why she's three years too old, why they're in a strange city, why she knows how to Appparate when she can barely do it in their world, why Fred is alive when he should be...
Don't think about it. Be there for your brother, Ginny. He might need you just as much as you certainly need him.
But there's no mistaking this is Fred Weasley just as much as this is his sister. It's still Ginny Weasley, all fire and snap, and her freckled face is wearing the brightest and most heartbreaking smile possible, her earlier grief forgotten in light of being reunited with family. The over-brightness in her eyes could be attributed to a trick of the light, because there's no way in hell she's admitting that she feels like crying.]
Fred. [Her voice nearly cracks with too much emotion.] Fred, I can't believe it, it's really—!
[If she tackles him into the fountain with the force of her hug, it's not her fault.]
he's there for you when he shouldn't be but he stays all the same;
Don't think about it. Be there for your brother, Ginny. He might need you just as much as you certainly need him.
But there's no mistaking this is Fred Weasley just as much as this is his sister. It's still Ginny Weasley, all fire and snap, and her freckled face is wearing the brightest and most heartbreaking smile possible, her earlier grief forgotten in light of being reunited with family. The over-brightness in her eyes could be attributed to a trick of the light, because there's no way in hell she's admitting that she feels like crying.]
Fred. [Her voice nearly cracks with too much emotion.] Fred, I can't believe it, it's really—!
[If she tackles him into the fountain with the force of her hug, it's not her fault.]