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feorge[ 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/]
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-10 12:02 am (UTC)Well, we can't very well set off fireworks when the sun's at full glow, can we? Honestly, Gin.
[Tsk tsk.]
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-10 12:06 am (UTC)[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.
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-10 05:38 am (UTC)I never said it, the other day. Your post. [
Because the mun is a fail.] I'm glad you're here too.'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-10 06:50 am (UTC)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.
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-10 07:17 am (UTC)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.
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-12 05:37 pm (UTC)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.
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-12 10:54 pm (UTC)[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.]
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-12 11:17 pm (UTC)There's more, isn't there.
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-12 11:32 pm (UTC)[A bit. Like what they've already done isn't "a bit much." These boys.]
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-13 12:27 am (UTC)'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-13 01:45 am (UTC)'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-13 02:56 am (UTC)I'll kill you before they do. I mean it.
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-13 05:38 am (UTC)Oh, come on! It's the deities, they deserve iy.
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-13 05:43 am (UTC)'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-13 06:21 am (UTC)[He sounds more intrigued than frightened.]
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-13 06:49 am (UTC)[PAUSE. And glare.]
D'you really want to find out?
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-18 10:55 pm (UTC)Let's just call it a morbid curiosity at this point.
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-18 10:58 pm (UTC)[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?
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-19 01:29 am (UTC)'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-19 03:53 am (UTC)'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-19 04:57 am (UTC)[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.
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-19 05:20 am (UTC)[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?]
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-19 05:58 am (UTC)[Hes fine, really.]
'cause baby you're a firework
Date: 2011-12-19 04:27 pm (UTC)[Well, cut short by Umbridge, but she'll still count it as six.]
And who's Bran?