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Gin Weasley ([info]ginnn) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-06-21 12:36:00
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RP: Father's Day at the Burrow
Who: The Weasleys (plus-ones welcome, of course)
What: Celebrating Arthur!
Where: The Burrow
When: Sunday the 21st
Rating: SFW

Ginny wore her father's favorite purple jumper and plani muggle jeans as she floo'd from the new flat in London back to her childhood home. She expected there to be much horseplay - as usual when around her brothers - so she'd even done her hair in a braid. If you asked her, it made her look too much like a fifteen year old girl in school all over again (then again when she'd been fifteen she'd been leading a dangerous and violent rebellion, so maybe not).

She hadn't bothered with with the usual flowers or bottle of alcohol for Arthur, instead she'd popped into a muggle electronics store while out shopping with her Mum the day before (thank goodness Gringotts did muggle currency exchange!) and had picked him up different lengths widths of wire, as well as a host of muggle hand tools that the confused teller assure her were for use with electronic projects. She thought he might love them though Molly had complained that they didn't need anything more overflowing in the house, even if all the kids were moving on.

Family holidays - even after years - were still a little quieter than they had been before the war, with Fred gone. And Ginny knew she'd steal away at one point or another to cry a little bit to herself (as she knew her mother would, too, and maybe Arthur as well - maybe they even did that together), so she had to take a breath and steady herself once she'd landed before brushing the soot off of her and straightening her plait of hair and calling out to her parents that she was home.


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