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Tweak says, "oh dear"

Ginny Weasley (ginny_gin) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-11-29 08:16:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 05 2003, character: ginny weasley, character: ron weasley

a little bit o' firewhiskey
Who: Ginny and Ron
What: Checking in. (Kicking arse?)
Where: Ron's flat
When: early morning
Rating: Likely work safe

It took a lot of anxious hovering and about a million questions before mum accepted that, no, Ginny was not going to leave the Burrow and be immediately killed by a passing lunatic and, no, she was not going to step outside and promptly get into the kind of trouble that might end up making headlines.

Not at all.

When she finally convinced her that, really, she'd be fine, she was only going to visit Ron, no seriously, that's it, seriously, she ended up helping mum make about a dozen sandwiches for Ron. She even threw in a few packs of crisps. And when mum wasn't looking, she added the firewhiskey into the basket.

A few minutes and one Apparation later, she let herself into Ron's flat, immediately wrinkling her nose in disgust. She wasn't the neatest person in the world, but Merlin, didn't he ever clean?

"Ron, I'm here. It smells like unwashed male in here, so don't expect me to go looking. Come out if you want breakfast firewhiskey."

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pigwidgeoned
2011-11-29 03:58 am UTC (link)

Ron wasn't exactly the cleanliest person to begin with, but recently he had given up on keeping his flat polished altogether. He hadn't had his laundry done in days and he left them lying about haphazardly and there were dishes with food stuck to them in the kitchen area. It had only been a few days but he was well on his way to being rather disgusting and if his mother knew, she'd have thrown a fit—and come over to clean.

Ron groaned and rolled over in his bed. He had no idea what time it was but he knew it was too early to be awake by his standards. He had told her not to come over, of course he knew that she would anyway, but he assumed she'd have the decency to come at a time that was not before even birds woke up. What was wrong with her? He flopped off the bed and looked for a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and made his way to the living room.

"Haven't you got anything better to do than wake me up at some ridiculous hour, Ginevra? Why are you even awake this early?" Ron sat down at the barstool with a loud yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth. His face was full of stubble, not because he wanted to grow a beard really, but because he hadn't bothered to shave since he'd heard about Harry. He scratched at his chin and looked at his sister through half open eyelids.

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ginny_gin
2011-11-29 06:16 am UTC (link)

She looked him up and down, from his wrinkled pyjamas to his unshaven face, but said nothing. Instead she set the basket down and pulled out the firewhiskey.

"You said you wanted firewhiskey, Ronald Bilius, and here it is, so stuff your complaints." Figuring he hadn't eaten (or eaten anything that really counted as food) in a day or two, she set a few of the sandwiches on the table. "Turkey. Tuna. Peanut butter and marshmallow. Take your pick. There might even be an experimental granola sandwich somewhere in there." She sighed. "Mum was in a mood."

Which was why she was there so early. Better to deal with a surly brother than an overanxious mother. Ron she could snap at. Mum, not so much.

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pigwidgeoned
2011-11-29 06:45 am UTC (link)

For a moment he forgot to be cross Ron and groaned at her. "Oi Ginny, you didn't tell her you were coming here! Now she's going to start fretting about me!" he whined and he sounded much more like the twelve year old Ron than the twenty three year old one. Despite his whinging, he picked up a tuna sandwich and finished half of it in one bite. He'd finished the food he'd had around his flat and hadn't eaten much of anything since and was starving. He didn't bother swallowing before he continued to say, "She's gonna come'ver an bover menow."

When he finally finished the sandwich he said simply, "She's driving you mad." It was a simple fact for all of them and they all loved their mother dearly, but he could only imagine living alone at the Burrow with her. Actually, he couldn't. Ron grabbed the bottle of firewhisky she had procured for him and opened it, disregarding the fact that he'd just woken up and had gone to sleep drinking the night before. "When are you moving out?" he asked and picked up a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich this time.

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ginny_gin
2011-11-29 07:40 am UTC (link)

She listened to him rant and watched him eat his sandwich (the benefit of having so many brothers was that disgusting table manners didn't phase her), even considered a sandwich of her own had she not already eaten one of mum's breakfasts of guilt.

Ham+eggs+toast+mum's excessive worrying=one deluxe breakfast of guilt. Why she hadn't moved out again? Oh, yeah. Saving money.

"Who said I'm moving out?" She raised an eyebrow, plucked the firewhiskey from his hand and looked around for two glasses that seemed even nominally clean. "You said that, not me. I've a ton of space to myself and, unlike you, I'm actually putting money into Gringott's."

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pigwidgeoned
2011-11-29 06:32 pm UTC (link)

Ron shrugged at her. "Didn't say that you were right now, was just asking when you were. I know you don't plan to stay there forever, unless she really has driven you mad." He waited impatiently for her to pour the firewhisky, though he didn't see the point. Drinking from the bottle was just as well to him.

"'Sides, I've heard the way you talk about it. You'll give up saving money for your sanity eventually." Ron got up and opened a cabinet and pulled two glasses from it for her. He hadn't been using glasses recently so he had some clean ones left. "It's not like this place costs that much." Ron hadn't exactly picked an expensive flat to live in. He hadn't seen the point, really.

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ginny_gin
2011-11-30 12:16 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, well, not that I'm complaining about my childhood, because I'm not."

Except for the whole Tom Riddle fucking up her life bit that her family had been so desperate to sweep under the rug, her childhood had been pretty damn good.

"But you remember how when we went shopping for school supplies, mum would be plucking at that little pile of gold on the floor at Gringott's?" She poured the firewhiskey into the two glasses. "Well, I don't want that to be me."

Which was why she would never have seven kids. Or, possibly, any, now that Harry... She pushed the thought aside roughly, drowned it by knocking back a shot of firewhiskey.

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pigwidgeoned
2011-11-30 05:36 am UTC (link)

Ron shrugged at what she said. He doubted that any of them would have as many kids as Mum and Dad had, but he did not regret his family and he loved all of his siblings and his parents and he still missed Fred every day and wondered how difficult life was for George after spending so much time with someone for so long and losing him.

He tossed the firewhisky back like his sister and said seriously, "So what do you want, Gin? You've seen that I'm still alive, what else are you here to find out? Was it Mum who asked you to come?"

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ginny_gin
2011-11-30 06:04 am UTC (link)

"Merlin, you're an idiot."

She grabbed the firewhiskey bottle, poured herself another shot and downed it. It burned the back of her throat and made her eyes water, but it gave her a moment to not act in total vitriol toward her idiot brother.

Drinking before noon had its uses.

"No, mum didn't ask me to come. She just insisted on packing all these sandwiches." She looked at him, glass in one hand, other hand resting on her hip. "And why do I need to be here to find anything out? Since when do I need an agenda to talk to you?"

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pigwidgeoned
2011-11-30 06:40 am UTC (link)

Ron rolled his eyes and grabbed the firewhisky bottle and instead of pouring it into the glass he just took a swig from the bottle to spite his sister for calling him an idiot. He grabbed another sandwich as well.

"Because everyone has an agenda now. You wanted to see if I was okay. You saw that entry in the journals since the privacy hexes weren't working and you wanted to make sure I'm not going nutters since Harry—" he still had trouble saying it aloud, so when the word tumbled out of his mouth, it was stuttered, "d-died. Dean's dragging me out for a drink later on and he's going to ask the same bloody questions everyone else does. 'Are you alright, Ron?' No, I'm not sodding alright, my best fucking mate is dead for Merlin's sake, why the hell would I be alright?

"But it's not like you can do anything," he finished and drank from the bottle again.

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ginny_gin
2011-11-30 11:57 pm UTC (link)

"You know what, Ronald Bilius?"

She needed another shot of firewhiskey, so she grabbed the bottle out of her brother's hand, glared at him for a moment, and then took a swig straight from the source. If he could do it, then bugger all, so could she.

"I haven't asked you if you're all right and I'm not, in case you haven't noticed, Dean. So shut your sodding mouth." Another swig? Sure. Why the hell not? "Are we going to stand here and compare how important Harry was to us? We really going to play that game?"

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pigwidgeoned
2011-12-01 02:01 am UTC (link)

Ron glared at her, shaking his head. He had no idea why she was getting so miffed, not that he cared but still. It made him more angry, though he still was not sure why he was so angry or what he was even angry about. "No, Gin, I don't give a bloody shite what you felt for Harry, alright!" he blurted, banging his fist on the counter. That may have been pretty terrible of him to say but he didn't quite care. He didn't care about what anyone else felt just then and if there was anyone in the world that might know even an inkling of what he was currently feeling it was Hermione and he certainly wasn't going to burden her with any of his discomfort—she had enough of her own.

He took a steadying breath before saying, "I told you not to come."

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ginny_gin
2011-12-01 02:53 am UTC (link)

For a long moment, she forced herself to say nothing, because if she did, it would likely end with her hexing Ron's stupid arse into or through the wall. She had just escaped getting in trouble for beating up Zacharias Smith, after all, and really, she had no desire to hurt Ron. Not right then, not when they were all so obviously hurting.

"Actually," she said in a voice that didn't sound very steady at all, "you said you didn't care if I came or not, so long as I brought firewhiskey. Which I did. And I'm not fucking Dean Thomas, I'm your sister, and you don't get to shut me out and drink yourself stupid, no matter what you bloody well think."

She was never very good at keeping calm in the face of anger.

"You want to drink? Well, it's my damn firewhiskey, so you're stuck with my company."

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pigwidgeoned
2011-12-01 04:07 am UTC (link)

"Right, because you said that I couldn't tell you not to come, which is what I told you." Ron snatched the firewhisky from her and took a couple of swallows before continuing, "as for the rest of it, I can shut you out and I can drink myself stupid if I bloody well please. In fact, I've been doing a great job so far."

He knew that Ginny had a relationship with Harry and he knew that they were important to each other, but he still couldn't bring himself to talk to her about him. Well anyone really, but not Ginny either.

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ginny_gin
2011-12-01 05:28 am UTC (link)

"Whatever, Ron."

Not the most adult response, but since when were siblings required to act mature around each other anyway? As far as she was concerned, that wasn't anywhere in the sibling contract, so Ron could just suck it up and deal. He'd probably whinge and complain regardless of what she did.

So yeah. Whatever.

"Going lush solitary is lame and dull." She wrenched the firewhiskey back out of his hand and took another drink. Percy would likely have fainted dead anyway by now, but propriety be damned.

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pigwidgeoned
2011-12-02 03:53 am UTC (link)

Ron didn't have much to say to that. He knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do nor was it probably the best way to deal with his grief, but right now it felt like the only thing he wanted to do. He was sick and tired of everyone else telling him how he should or shouldn't feel right then or that they felt sorry for him or that they loved Harry too or any of that nonsense. In fact, he was just sick of talking about it altogether. No, he was sick of talking. Maybe that was the problem. He just didn't want to bloody talk at all. And everything just required too much sodding talking these days.

"Yeah well, it's better than talking," he replied lamely. So what if he was lame. At least he knew it. Ginny could very well stuff herself if she had a problem with that. "What did that ever accomplish?"

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ginny_gin
2011-12-05 03:38 am UTC (link)

"So we won't talk."

She shrugged, poured the remaining firewhiskey into the two glasses they seemed to have abandoned. Might as well add last minute class to the affair and end the appearance of drinking each other's backwash.

"We'll sit here and drink and eat." She dug into the basket and tossed one of the packets of crisps at him. "Eat up."

If she went home with a slight buzz, well, she could sneak past mum. She had been doing that for years.

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pigwidgeoned
2011-12-05 06:50 pm UTC (link)

Ron raised an eyebrow at that. If there was one thing his sister was, it was not quiet, especially when wanted to speak her mind. Maybe she really was trying to give him space. He hadn't really expected it; not from Ginny at least.

"Well this is something I never thought I'd see. Ginny Weasley, keeping her big mouth shut for once." Ron said it with a bit of a smile on his face, which was not something he'd done in quite a few days. "Maybe you should think like that the next time you get the brilliant idea to go after someone like you did Smith." It's not like Ron had any room to talk; he was just as hot tempered as she was and if he wasn't in the state he was, he'd probably have done the same thing, but he was supposed to keep his sister from doing stupid things because she was, well, his sister. So he had difficulty saying any of it with a straight face.

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