feorge | 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/]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Have fun. [ She doesn't ask the occasion, though she wants to -- really, she can guess, what with Ginny having told her about the City and the first curse she experienced. She'd better keep an eye out for mistletoe within the next few days. ]

I just—

[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.

It'd depend on who the person was, I think. I live with a lot of... [ morbidly depressing ] serious-minded people, so not fireworks for them. But I guess it depends on if you want to let them be unhappy, if that's how they feel about the City, or if you want them to have a good day, too.

[A pause, then a soft laugh.]

True enough, I suppose. I guess I didn't realise they'd kept track as much as I have.

Any excuse to make noise.

[ 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. ]

Their only sister. It's a chore some days.

[But her tone suggests that she knows how incredibly lucky she is.]

For them or for you?

[ Back to joking for her. She still feels awkward about her presence in their family, Ginny's friend and George's...... whatever, especially now. ]

[Friends of Weasleys inevitably become as good as family one way or the other. Best accept it now.]

Both, I'd imagine. Of course I'm obligated to say I'm an absolute saint in comparison to the twins.

[ She won't mind; it's just the idea that she may be getting in the way that does it. That and the fact that she hears about how this place can't possibly be real every day.

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?

Oh, yes, I'd imagine that's a very large part of it.

I never did get up to much trouble. I kind of feel like I've been missing out.

Hang around with this family long enough and you'll get up to loads of trouble.

I'm looking forward to it.

That's the right sort of attitude to have for it.

I think my housemates would disagree, but... [ Shrug. ]

Why?

They're all about 30.

That's hardly an excuse. I know a poltergeist who's probably ancient and he's the worst troublemaker I've met.

... Isn't that what poltergeists do, though?

Details, Ariadne, details.

[She's starting to sound like her brothers. Merlin's beard.]

Wow. You are related.

[ Teasing. ]

What was it that gave me away? The hair? The freckles?

The scary gleam in your eye when you said "Details, Ariadne, details".

Good to know I've got a 'scary gleam' to my eyes. I'll be sure to work on that so people don't know what I'm up to.

I think I'm sort of scared now.

(no subject)

7thborn.livejournal.com - 2011-12-13 05:21 (UTC) - Expand

boutant - 2011-12-13 05:28 (UTC) - Expand

7thborn.livejournal.com - 2011-12-13 05:45 (UTC) - Expand

boutant - 2011-12-13 06:25 (UTC) - Expand

7thborn.livejournal.com - 2011-12-13 06:47 (UTC) - Expand

boutant - 2011-12-13 08:15 (UTC) - Expand

7thborn.livejournal.com - 2011-12-13 09:25 (UTC) - Expand

boutant - 2011-12-13 20:21 (UTC) - Expand

7thborn.livejournal.com - 2011-12-13 20:57 (UTC) - Expand

boutant - 2011-12-14 02:49 (UTC) - Expand