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Linny

<Muggle Au> 

Ginny Weasley was walking up the front porch steps of her new babysitting job. You see, Ginny doesn't usually do this kind of thing but she needs the money...and her mother made her. Ginny doesn't know these people very well but she heard that she was going to be babysitting three boys and that there might possibly be another girl there, but that was probably unlikely. 

Ginny gasps slightly when she sees the house. It's a lot bigger than her own house, which is a little small but decent, and the outside was painted a nice navy color of blue with daffodil's lining the them. It looked really nice but Ginny wasn't too sure she would want to live there, sure she has always wanted to be rich, like every other person in the world, but she finds it unsettling to have a big house like this.  Anyways, back to the present. 

She tightened her grip on her backpack strap that goes over her shoulders, and knocked on the front door. For a few moments there was silence on the other side of the door then there was the sound of footsteps getting closer to it. After a few more brief seconds the door opened revealing the most gorgeous girl Ginny had ever seen in her life. The girl had beautiful curly blonde hair that went just past her shoulders, and she was wearing this unique purple dress that Ginny thought looked amazing on this girl. 

"Hi! How may I help you?" The girl asked putting on a small welcoming smile, not opening the door fully, just enough for Ginny to see her. 

"O-oh I'm t-the babysitter." Ginny explains, mentally cursing herself for stuttering. The girl in the doorway sighed softly, in a sort of disappointment? Ginny wasn't entirely sure, and fully opened the door to Ginny. 

"So am i, I guess my uncle doesn't really trust me alone with his kids."  Luna says, before putting the same welcoming smile on her face that she had before and motioned Ginny to come inside. Ginny could already tell that Luna was one to speak whatever's on her mind, and honestly Ginny already didn't seem to mind it, even though she doesn't know Luna all that well

"Um Okay, t-thank you." Ginny walks into the house, without really knowing what else there was to say on the topic at the moment, and her jaw dropped slightly at the sight of it. It was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, which honestly Ginny didn't think could be true until until now. Ginny turned to look at the girl when she heard the stomping of feet coming down the stairs. There were three boys standing in front of her in an instant, Ginny wasn't completely sure how they got there so quickly but they did. 

"That's Jack, Noah, and Thomas, they're the one's we're babysitting." Luna explained pointing at each of the boys individually as she spoke. 

Ginny nodded slightly, already finding it easy to identify each of them because Jack has very dark black hair with curls, Noah is in the middle with dirty blonde hair and a blue strip on his face, and Thomas who's farthest from her had a blue marker in his hand and what looked like paint on his face. Ginny also already knew that they were a handful and figured out why Luna's uncle knew that she needed help with them. 

"Okay." Ginny says looking over the boys one last time so that she knows who's who if and when she'll need them. 

"Come. The living area's over here." Luna kind of instructed motioning for Ginny to follow her towards the living area, as the boys ran in front of them and jumped onto the couch. 

"What do you wanna do first?" Ginny questioned the boys, and Luna, as she set down her bag on the couch in the living room. She knew that they were in trouble when she saw the mischievous grins that spread across the boys faces. 

And here they are, almost two hours later. Ginny and Luna are tied back to back down to chairs in the middle of the living area by jump ropes, while Jack's coloring on the wall with a blue sharpie, Noah has a pillow in his hands and is hitting everything with it, and Thomas is running around with a nerf gun, knocking stuff over in the process.