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“There isn’t anything to talk about.” Ginny said stiffly, grabbing one of her father’s sweaters and folding it into one of the boxes around her. Her mum had been crying for days, claiming she couldn’t sleep while he was still everywhere in the room. Ginny hadn’t wanted to use magic, instead spending several hours of the last days inside with the door closed. “I need to get this done. Bugger off.”

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“Oh, Merlin.” Ginny nearly chocked on her drink -- if you could call it a drink. It was no Firewhiskey, instead awfully fruity and all sorts of sugary that she didn’t like. Candy was everywhere, too. And she was not a fan of sweets. But regardless, the air around her was practically vibrating with laughter, and whatever muggle music they were playing actually wasn’t half bad. “How are you not burning alive in there, Ron?” With a cheshire grin, she tapped the helmet of his armor, snorting loudly when the mask came down over his face with a clang. 

One moment Ron was in the Burrow, and in the next he wasn’t. The Floo spell had worked and he found himself on the outskirts of the party. This time it was a party he wouldn’t be enjoying. Much like a game of chess, each move had to be calculated. There were lives at play, and Ron couldn’t afford to be distracted. But when his eyes landed on the snack table– well, maybe he could afford a few minutes of distraction. He was so focused on stacking food onto a plate he almost missed the fact that he wasn’t alone. Almost. “Great party, isn’t it?”

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GINNY WEASLEY AS...DAPHNE BLAKE

                 ↳ Who’s helpless now?

Ginny got a little more than excited -- if not maybe a little revenge driven --  at the prospect of dressing up in costumes again. She and her brothers grew up with a muggle obsessed father, so that thought of actually getting to participate in such a holiday has her over the moon. It feels like chance to make up for the fact that her last party went so horribly -- she still has the scars. Tonight is the night to show the Death Eaters and The Order that she will always get back up when she’s kicked down. The youngest Weasley is ready to show her determination again and keep anybody she can safe. No one at this party is a bad person -- they are innocents caught in the cross fire. She’d rather blow her own cover than let a muggle get hurt.

Her costume feels like quite a stretch, but Saria Young convinced her that muggles wouldn’t have a clue about Quidditch nor the captain of the Hollyhead Harpies she planned on dressing as. The American assured her that this Daphne Blake is sure to be a hit... all she has to do is yell jeepers, and she’ll do it without the ridiculous high heels.

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top 5 quidditch teams

“Oh, Merlin. You’re going to make me choose?

Hollyhead Harpies

Irish National Team

Bulgaria, I guess.

Fitchburg Finches

Moutohora Macaws

I wouldn’t normally but a States team on there, but Saria had me look at some of the Finches’ matches and they’ve got a pretty good line up.”

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Ask me my "TOP 5/TOP 10" anything!

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marcusxflint:

“You look like you’re in a hurry to be somewhere,” Marcus purred darkly, his eyes taking a long, languorous glance at the woman who had so callously run into him. And when Marcus had been mid-stride on his way to the Minister’s office, of all things. “A bit jittery, even; is everything alright?”

“Who wouldn’t be jittery when a lot of Order members are milling around?” Ginny shot back, her jaw clenching as she subtly moved her wand behind her back. The last thing she needed was to end up stuck in another bad situation -- she might not survive it this time around. But Ginny wasn’t sure if the young man before her had those loyalties -- after a moment of glancing at his shadowed features, she recognized him. Marcus Flint. A chaser for Slytherin her first year, then again her second, then a surprise her third when he’d failed his exams. Ginny once found him attractive, but now with that look on his face, she found him slimey. “I’ve got a job, believe it or not, and I’m going to be bloody mad if this screws it up!”

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frediisms:

Oh thank Merlin and everything else you were supposed to thank. Fred had half thought he’d just shouldered into someone who knew who he was underneath the charms. She seem familiar and Fred waffled for one second before deciding to take a risk. She looked just as bewildered as he did. And what did he have to lose now, right? “Are you from the Order? I’ve got a plan but we have to get back to the Department of Transportation for it to work. You have two seconds to answer before I leave you behind.” He had bigger things to worry about, like finding his family and getting the hell out of dodge.

“I -- am I what?” Ginny demanded in mock confusion, before she saw the earnest in his eyes. Oh, Merlin -- why hadn’t they come up with some sort of system for recognizing one another before sending them into the belly of the beast? Perhaps they had and she hadn’t paid any mind -- either way, she had no way to tell if the man before her was friend or foe. 

“Are -- are you in the Order?” She asked swiftly, but with a quick look over her shoulder, she didn’t have the time to verify. Ginny latched her hand around the man’s wrist, tugging him into the fray as a masked Death Eater appeared behind them. “You were saying something about the Department of Transportation?”

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loonylovgd:

“Oh, apologizes. Don’t want to make someone late with tea time. I know how people can get if you don’t have their tea,” she said with an apologetic smile. “But I think the lift is stuck. There seems to be a line for it. Which is a problem for me as well. Seems the Ministry has many problems these days.”

Ginny found her scowl wavering for a moment, a grin cracking across her lips. Merlin -- Luna with brown hair was a startling sight indeed. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to wait with you, then. Tragic... I left my copy of the Quibbler on my desk, too.”

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drxcoluxius:

“…inspection day, you said? I can’t say I’ve heard that bit of news–not that we have anything to worry about, right?”

“Of course not. Just make sure you don’t get caught snoozing, yeah? Couldn’t be good for anybody.”

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~ G I N N Y  W E A S L E Y ~

“The question isn’t who’s going to let me; it’s who’s going to stop me.”

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Ginny had barley shoved Colin into the Floo Network when the alarms came screeching to life. Stepping away from the green light as the gate closed the network with a thunderous bang, the chaser closed a shaken fist back around her wand. Fenrir Greyback -- Colin had nearly been done in by Fenrir Greyback. Ginny swallowed. Her eyes flickered nervously around her as she backed away, tucking a short strand of black hair behind her ear. As she turned a shoulder all but rammed into her own and caused her to stumble.

“Oi -- watch it! If they’re here, your running crazy isn’t going to help anybody!”