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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."