Resorted

chapter Sixty-Five

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There's a lot of speech in this chapter x

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“Fred and George stop messing  around!” Molly scolded her two youngest sons. They were throwing explosives at each other (ones that wouldn’t hurt, but were still prototypes) inside of the house.
 
“Come on mum, it’s practice!” Fred complained, throwing the ball to George as the ticking grew louder.
 
He wriggled it beside his ear, “It’s a prototype: so we’re testing it out!” He brought the small, metal-looking ball behind his back and threw it for Fred to catch again, still smiling at his mother like they were angels.
 
“It’s about to blow, Fred!” George warned him, ducking when it was thrown in his direction. Instead, it landed at Charlie’s feet where he picked it up. Just as he did, it exploded in his face, sending back his ginger hair and making it bright pink.
 
“We forgot to mention that little effect, eh George?” Fred joked.
 
“Yeah, yeah we did Fred- he’s gonna kill us.”
 
“Damn right I am!” Charlie sternly said, running after them already.

In the corner- dressed in his suite like always (even on Holiday break from the Joke Shop)- Percy fondly rolled his eyes, “Sometimes I wonder how I’m younger than him.”
 
“That’s because you act like an old man, Perc.” Bill reminded him and chuckled. Fleur looked slightly uncomfortable next to her boyfriend, but she had met Percy and Charlie beforehand. It was Molly who constantly gave her demeaning and rude looks. However, she was still willing to try- for Bill.

Ginny was lying on the sofa by the lit fire. They had just finished opening presents for Christmas- she received a jumper; Percy brought her a new broom; Charlie a pair of chaser gloves made of something from a Dragon; Bill had given her a few bottles of perfume from France, and the twins gave her things from the joke shop that had not been released yet (she was happy with everything).

Last night, Ginny had snuck down from her room to the living room and saw a maroon jumper thrown in the bin. Carefully, she took it out- the bin being empty apart from that- and bunched it up in her hands, collapsing to her knees and imagining her brother, on Christmas, groaning at receiving another stupid maroon jumper.

Coming down the steps, Fleur thought she heard a noise. Turning the corner, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Ginny Weasley openly crying, sobbing, her heart out on the grimy floor. “Ginny?” she asked, crouching down to Ginny’s level and wrapping an arm around her.

Immediately, Ginny fell into the embrace burning her head in the comfort, continuing to cry harder that her body jolted with every grieving tear that escaped her sullen brown eyes. “It will get better. Zis will never go e’way, but ‘ou will learn to  deal with i'.” She told Ginny, running her hand through Ginny's hair, fully sitting on the floor now.
 
“I lost my Grand-Mère when I was on'y twelve. Je l'aimais, deer-e-ly. ‘Ou learn to live with it, zere is no removing ze douleur.”
 
At the dinner table was a very large array of gorgeous, mouth-watering, captivating food. It brought good humour and levity to what otherwise would be a sullen occasion. It was as if Molly completely forgot about the jumper she threw away to not find it in the same place the next morning, but to go and wake her youngest to find Ginny sleeping with it on.

“Anyone interesting in your lives, boys?” Arthur directed the question to Fred and George.
 
Blushing, George opted to stay quite only allowing Fred to reply. “Single as a Pringle dad.” Arthur gave him a confused look, “Muggle saying. Get with the times, old man.”
 
“You’re awfully quiet, George.” Percy observed, cutting a piece of Turkey neatly with his shining knife and fork.
 
“Because George,” Charlie started, “Has a crush.”
 
“Oh?” Molly asked, intrigued.
 
Blushing, George stared down at the sprouts and even they looked pressuring. “I-It's nothing.”
 
“Nothing?” Fred exclaimed.
 
George turned to his brother, “Fred-"
 
“It’s not nothing! You’ve liked her since school!”
 
Raising an eyebrow, Ginny added her input, “Angelina, or Alicia?” George glared at her and Fred smirked, patting his twin on the back.

Looking up, George sweetly smiled to his sister, “You’re not exactly alone, are you sis?”
 
“Ah- Luna Lovegood.” Bill commented.
 
Now, Ginny had become redder than her hair, “I don’t even know if it is anything.”
 
“You’re a rotten liar Ginny dear.” Molly smiled to her.
 
Suddenly, the floo set alight in multiple shades of vibrant greens. Out stepped a man with dark, smooth skin. They had almost neon purple iris', and hair curled, a small afro. “Speaking of relationships.” Charlie walked over to the blushing man, putting a hand on his back, “This is my partner, Demetri.”
 
Molly was the first up, crushing Demetri in a tight hug. Next came Arthur who shook his hand, giving the other, much younger man a threatening stare. Fred and George tried to get him with a hand shocker, but he turned over Fred’s palm and took off the shocker, doing the same to George, then shaking their hands. Previously, Charlie was extremely nervous about introducing Demetri to his family, considering their homophobic past. But he was accepted and their relationship too. They had changed.

Night: something Ginny began to fear. She was sitting on her bed when she a shiver went through her, and a cold presence froze her left arm. “This is all good and dandy, Ginerva, but we need to get back to business!” Narcissa snapped.
 
Finally, Ginny bit back, “I can’t do anything about it on a School Holiday, can I?” she wanted to slap her, but her hand would just pass through her, “I couldn’t just stay at school and have them all suspicious of me here and there! I don’t want to do this, and neither do you!”
 
“I took a soul Vow, little girl-"
 
“That was your choice, not mine!” she scrutinised, “I didn’t ask you to do anything! I didn’t ask you to take a soul Vow, for Snape to make an Unbreakable one! I would rather kill myself than help You Know Who!”
 
“Well you don’t have a choice anymore, Weasley.” Ginny panicked, going to run away when she felt the ghostly hand touch her wrist. She was sent to rest, and Narcissa took the vessel to the bed.

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