[Ginny finds herself being immensely grateful for the fountain water and how she's absolutely drenched in it from head to toe; if she starts crying, it'll be virtually invisible (unless she starts turning blotchy and she'd never let herself get that far gone when her brother can see it). There's a tightness in her chest and throat, the way her heart is beating too fast as if to make up for the fact that she can't feel his at all. She can't feel his heartbeat at all. Kneeling in the water and clinging tight to Fred like the City will pull him away from her too soon, just like the war did, Ginny is utterly at a loss for words. How can she begin to explain any of this when all she wants to do is sit here and make sure she's got her brother back? Her hands are curled into the back of his clothes, her face is buried in his shoulder, and she is trying so hard to hold herself together but she can feel herself trembling too.

She is doing such a shite job of pretending everything is okay.]

Shut up. [The words are choked out in a whisper and a laugh, and she finally pulls back to look at him, hands on his shoulders and blinking the water - it's just water - out of her eyes.] Merlin, Fred. It's so good to see you. I've missed you so bloody much, you can't imagine how long it's been since I...

[She drags in a breath, shaking her head, and she throws her arms around him again in another hug. Don't be concerned at this explosive display of affection, Fred Weasley, because nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong at all. This is more than she could have wished for, on her birthday no less, so let's not focus on why this is so painfully impossible because this is a happy occasion. It is.]