Gin Weasley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ginnn) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-05-31 15:08:00 |
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Who: Ginny, anyone (among friends/family) who'd like to join
What: Ginny is finally moving out of the Burrow.
Where: The Burrow --> Pucey's building on Monument
When: Morning, Sunday May 31, 2005
Rating: SFW for now. There might be language later.
Why is an alarm going off? It was a gods-awful early hour and Ginny hadn't finished her packing until after 3 in the morning, despite Molly having been on her for a week to get to it and get organized. Organizing people, Ginny was quite good at. Strategy was a major strength. But organizing stuff? Life? Herself? Not so much. She was much more like Ron and George in that regard, than her other brothers, Percy coming to mind especially.
And so it was that her alarm was going off at 7 and she'd had less than 4 hours of sleep. Ginny swatted at it but when the noise stopped her mother came banging into the room with a cup of tea and a worried smile on her face. "Thought you might need some tea, I could hear you up here all hours of the night, even though I told you it would be better to finish days ago, did anyone even agree to help you out today instead of yesterday?" Molly clucked but Ginny just smiled sleepily from under the covers. She knew her Mum was just nervous, and worried, and proud - and, truth be told, Ginny was all of those things, too.
"It all got done, though," she called after her Mum as the older woman left the room with an exasperated chuckle and then Gin sat up and reached for her wand on the floor next to her twin-sized bed. She'd need to shrink down her bed, her bedding, and pack up her toiletries. Otherwise, everything she owned was in boxes and bags, shrunk to make them easier to deal with but not so small that they might mis-shape when she tried to put them back to normal. Hexes, defense, flying - emotional magic was her strongest, precise magic like charms could go either way, she knew.
Throwing on shorts and a t-shirt, she shrunk the last items and took a moment to look around her now mostly-empty room. The Burrow would always be home, but she knew in this moment that she was ready for the next step.
Sipping her tea, she met her Mum downstairs and with a hug she floo'ed with the first of her packages to the flat where she met Jane. Her new flatmate squealed in delight and tackled her, "We're really doing it!" she exclaimed to Ginny's tired nod. "I brought my stuff last night, so back to The Burrow?"
The girls worked back and forth for the morning, stopping at 11 for lunch of take-out from Finnigan's. After lunch, with all of Ginny's things moved over to the new flat, they sat on the floor and started scheming about how to set things up where and how they wanted to decorate.