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[ video || backdated to the morning of 12/08 ]

[For a moment, there's only the view of a closed door and the faint whispering of someone counting down. 'Three, two, one' - and the door is flung open to film one sleeping Ginny Weasley, but not for long. Immediately thereafter, fireworks start booming outside her window, brilliant lights and colors flashing across the room as George, Harry and Fred barge in, throwing confetti all about the room and cheering unintelligibly.

Ginny was fast asleep — in her own room, mind, not Harry's because she knows they would never have any peace and quiet otherwise - completely oblivious to the fact that Something Wicked This Way Comes. She isn't in a warzone, hasn't been in one for years; but when the room erupts in noise and light and maniacal laughter, she reacts...reflexively.

The youngest (not so youngest) Weasley bolts upright with her wand in hand before she's even entirely awake, firing off vicious hexes in the direction of the shadows moving in her bedroom. One of which being her signature Bat-Bogey Hex.]

EAT BOGIES, YOU BLOODY PIECE OF—

[Shouts and yelps as the highly deserving intruders attempt to evade her attacks. There's a shout - is that George? - to 'Retreat!' but the cameraman goes down, sending the device scattering off to the corner of the room to catch the tail end of Harry and George's escape as Fred rolls around on the floor, struggling with something on his face.]

... Fred? [This is what you get for surprising your sister. She makes an irritated noise and throws another hex his way for the trouble.] You arse!

[Fred barely manages the counter-spell in time to free his face from the bogeys and narrowly dodge the second attack, but he lays on the ground aching in pain anyway, laughing tiredly and dragging himself towards the device.]

Worth it. So bloody worth it.

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[ooc; threadjack away. \o/]

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[Ginny leans over the edge of the bed, scowling down at him—but it's hard to hold on to that expression when she sees his. So she groans and buries her face in the blankets to hide her exasperated laughter.]

Watch it, you prat. I've still got my wand on me.

[She raises her head again and reaches over to snatch a pillow with her free hand so she can throw it down at him.]

What the hell are you trying to do? It's barely light out!

[He catches the pillow with an 'oomph!' and then puts it beneath his head. Getting mighty cosy on your floor here.]

Well, we can't very well set off fireworks when the sun's at full glow, can we? Honestly, Gin.

[Tsk tsk.]

No, I meant—

[Except she does know. How can she not? She keeps track of the days just like everyone else. Today marks three years and she fully expected it to be spent quietly, something not talked about, but the inhabitants of the cabin clearly have other plans. And she appreciates it, the distraction. It's better than moping. And Ginny Weasley does not mope or brood or sulk.

She does, however, sigh heavily.]

I'd ask if this was necessary but that's a stupid question when it comes to you lot. Honestly, Freddie.

[Oh Merlin, not the sigh. Fred chuckles lightly, closing his eyes and folding his arms underneath his head. They know, they all know, and though it's hardly anything worth celebrating (three years, three bloody years and he wasn't there for her), it's not something simply be forgotten. They may not need a reason for their special brand of theatrics but if they ever did, this would be it.]

I never said it, the other day. Your post. [~~Because the mun is a fail.~~] I'm glad you're here too.

[And that does give her pause, more than anything else. She's confused, at first, but it truly hasn't been too long ago when she'd spoken the gratitude and relief she's felt since August. Ginny folds her arms under her chin, quietly studying him for a moment, then she smiles again and flicks her wrist a little so her wand tosses some harmless gold sparks his way.]

You mean you're lucky to have me here. Who else is going to keep you out of trouble, hm?

[She glances towards the window, still alight with fireworks, and huffs out a fond breath.]

Maybe not today, though.

[There's no questioning that. At all. Fred's been lucky to have anyone here, everyone, and ever since Ron -- well, he can't easily forget it. At least, he's trying not to let himself. He raises his right hand to catch the sparks just as the fizzle out. How brilliant would it be to hold a firework in your hand? He grins.]

You can't win them all.

[He looks up at her pointedly, trademark mischievous smile in place.]

You have to admit, it was pretty good.

[If there's anyone who could invent fireworks to hold in your palm, it's Fred and George Weasley. Their sister cracks a reluctant grin, the warmth and gratitude for the gesture of what the boys have done spreading from her heart now that the initial shock has worn away.]

What am I ever going to do with you lot? Hopeless. All of you.

[She finally chuckles, closing her eyes.]

It was brilliant, Freddie. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you kept track.

When will you ever learn?

[He sits up and musses her hair a little.]

We are just full of surprises.

[Which is to say that celebrations will not be ending with half a heart attack and a well-placed Bat Bogey Hex.]

[She swats half-heartedly at his hand, but her hair's all tousled from sleep anyway, so it doesn't do much damage. And then the implications of his words hit her and she half-groans, half-laughs.]

There's more, isn't there.

'course there is! We had enough to last the weekend but Harry supposed that might be a bit much.

[A bit. Like what they've already done isn't "a bit much." These boys.]

Yeah, we don't want to set the entire forest on fire with celebrations, do we? The deities might take issue with it.

[...Oh, Gin, why would you even. He gives her a Look, a distantly familiar and ominous sort of glint in his eyes as though he's just found a million Galleon idea.]

[Ginny cracks open an eye at his silence and catches sight of his expression and immediately scowls.]

I'll kill you before they do. I mean it.

[Pouty face!]

Oh, come on! It's the deities, they deserve iy.

I like having a wizard, not an ant, for a brother, you know.

An ant? Can they do that?

[He sounds more intrigued than frightened.]

I don't know, maybe? They like calling us that, sometimes.

[PAUSE. And glare.]

D'you really want to find out?

[Lalala I have no clue what you're talking about~]

Let's just call it a morbid curiosity at this point.

Everything is morbid curiousity with you.

[Aaaand sitting up, running a hand through incredibly massive sleep hair.]

So how mad have you made today's plans? Do I need to wear my Quidditch gear for protection?

S'pose that depends on how dangerous you find exploding tarts and these new indoors fireworks that Georgie and I've been working on.

You know me, Freddie. I love a good explosion.

Then there's not a moment to spare.

[He climbs to his feet, stretching out his still sore body.]

Lily's got tea and cake prepared for breakfast. Be a shame to let it go cold.

It's dawn.

[But she's already disentangling herself from the blankets and taking her wand with her. Can't say no to tea and cake for breakfast. And then she looks over Fred with a critical eye and heaves a dramatic sigh.]

Did I hurt you or is there a different reason you're moving like a soggy flobberworm?

[And do I have to apologise and/or fix it?]

Oh, no, not at all. I've just been crippled for life. I'll be borrowing Bran's wheelchair for a week or so.

[Hes fine, really.]

Stop being so dramatic, or weren't you a Beater for six years?

[Well, cut short by Umbridge, but she'll still count it as six.]

And who's Bran?

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