Entry tags:
- !poly,
- *ic,
- can't promise we didn't blow up the city,
- dance magic dance,
- family always comes first. always,
- fred is up to no good,
- gin's going to hex us into sunday,
- have you had enough of us yet?,
- j.k. trolling strikes again!,
- just a touch of flair,
- la la distraction time,
- our shenanigans are cheeky and fun,
- we like making things go boom,
- we should've planned this better,
- what the devil is going on here?,
- ~ariadne,
- ~bran stark,
- ~george weasley,
- ~ginny weasley,
- ~harry potter,
- ~jace lightwood,
- ~minerva mcgonagall,
- ~severus snape
oo9.
[ 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.
[ /video ]
[ooc; threadjack away. \o/]
[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.
[ /video ]
[ooc; threadjack away. \o/]
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[So no, not really. But she can imagine it was perfection.]
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Well, it is my favourite. And they deserved it.
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I wouldn't be too pleased if they'd woken me up, either.
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There really wasn't any reason for it, either!
[Well, alright, not entirely true. But the reason doesn't seem like a good enough reason to be up at the arsecrack of dawn to this witch.]
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[ She still has that student mentality; mornings are something best left for sleeping through. ]
If it helps, I don't think I've laughed that hard in ages.
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[HUFF.]
What would you do? If it's someone's City anniversary? Your first instinct wouldn't be fireworks, would it? Seems a bit much, even for a Weasley.
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True enough, I suppose. I guess I didn't realise they'd kept track as much as I have.
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[ But, well... ]
You're their sister. I think that's enough for them to do it. [ Maybe not for everyone, but you'd have to be blind to miss how tightly knit the Weasleys are. ]
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[But her tone suggests that she knows how incredibly lucky she is.]
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[ Back to joking for her. She still feels awkward about her presence in their family, Ginny's friend and George's...... whatever, especially now. ]
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Both, I'd imagine. Of course I'm obligated to say I'm an absolute saint in comparison to the twins.
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As for being a saint, well... making a joke about being "holey" would probably be in bad taste. ]
Are you sure you just don't get caught as much?
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