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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 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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