Empty Stomach || Weasleys

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7e3a3a 15px solid; border-left: #f7dc8b 15px solid;] Fred got out of the shop early and the rumbling in his stomach was extremely distracting. He checked his robe for his money pouch and wand before apparating outside of the burrow. It was still early in the afternoon and he wasn’t sure if anyone was going to be home. With all of the family he had it was hard to believe that he could be alone there. As a child there weren’t many times that there was ever less than two people in the house. He thought of George and wondered when his brother would be home. It made him uncomfortable being away from him, even if it wasn’t that far. As he walked through the garden he noticed a few gnomes and sped up. The last thing he wanted was for his mother to catch him in the garden with gnomes. He could only imagine how long it would take to degnome the garden alone. It took long enough when there were five of them doing it. He kicked at one of the creatures as it scurried by his foot and a satisfied smirk spread across his face. “Get outta our garden,” he said, turning his head to the creature. The gnome hardly seemed to listen but simply stuck out its tongue and ran off. Fred snorted and pushed the door open into the kitchen. No one was in there and the house seemed fairly quiet. “Is anyone home?” He called, eyebrows raised to his hairline as he padded around the kitchen. There wasn’t an answer right away so he just figured that no one heard him or in fact he was actually alone. The thought was oddly chilling. He opened the fridge as his stomach growled even louder than before. There wasn’t much to choose from, probably because Ron eats like an elephant. With an audible groan he shut the door of the fridge and set off for the cabinets instead. There has to be something to eat, he thought. While rummaging though the cabinet he had managed to knock over a can or two or something making a loud thud. He jumped back in reaction, surveying the damage done. There was some kind of red tomato-like substance leaking all over the floor. Fred reached for his wand and pointed it at the mess. “Tergeo,” he muttered, watching the liquid get cleaned from the floor. He gave up in the cabinets and sat down with a huff at the table. Truthfully he was hoping that his mother would have been home to make him something to eat. She never seemed to have a problem doing that so he never felt bad about coming home for food. Plus, he wasn’t exactly a fantastic cook. He had a reputation for burning things and George didn’t like him in the kitchen, not that his twin was much better at cooking. “Hello?” He called out once more, hoping this time for a response. A response would mean someone to feed him.

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There was always a Weasley around. There were too many of them for there not to be a Weasley around. This summer, there happened to also be a Potter, Delacour, and Granger hanging about. Ginny didn't mind the Potter and Granger, actually, she genuinely liked when the summers came and Harry and Hermione would spend time at the Burrow; she was not, however, fond of Phlegm. The blonde veela was a good portion of Ginny's reason for staying in her room throughout most of the summer. She didn't want to be paired with Phlegm for any chores and she was utterly sick of the way every guy looked at the French witch. It might have been chalked up to jealousy if just about every guy in the Weasley house wasn't related to Ginny. The only one that wasn't was Harry and though he didn't seem entirely immune, he certainly didn't fawn over the woman like others did, something she had noted mentally to herself. She couldn't help but wonder if Dean would be like the others. Would he follow Phlegm around like Ron did sometimes? Offer to do things for her? Then again, that was part of the problem they were having. Ginny was a bit touchy when he did things for her that she could do herself. Part of her realized that if it was someone else doing those things, she probably wouldn't be as angry about it. If a family member wanted to do something for her, it would just seem like something a family member would do. If Harry wanted to do something for her...

The thought made Ginny blush. It was sort of sad, really, that when Harry was around she sometimes forgot she had a boyfriend. In all honesty, Ginny knew it wouldn't work out with Dean, but she had to keep trying because Harry didn't and wasn't going to have feelings for her, so waiting around for him was just a mistake. And if she was telling herself the truth, having someone else to be with did take her mind off of Harry for a little while. But she kept comparing the two. It would be different for her if Harry did this or she couldn't feel the same way about Dean. She wasn't over her brother's best friend yet and she knew she never would be. All she could do was hope that some day he'd see her as something other than Ron's little sister.

The red-headed girl was writing her thoughts in her journal (though the thought of having anything to do with a journal after what happened with Riddle's diary was a frightening one) when she heard someone moving around downstairs. She initially shook it off as being Ron or Bill looking for Fleur or maybe Harry or Hermione, but the voice was definitely none of them. A smile spread across Ginny's face as she closed the book she was writing in leaving it unfinished and all but bolted down the stairs.

She found him in the kitchen. No surprise there. The female Weasley laughed and leaned against the wall. “Well, it's about time you showed up.”

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Though the twins could be a pain sometimes, Ginny would be lying (and she would lie if anyone outside of Fred or George ever asked) if she said they weren't her favorites. She knew she wasn't supposed to have a favorite sibling and if she did Ron should have come first, but the slight age gap between Ginny and the twins seemed to help instead of harm the relationship. She wished she was as close to Ron, but sometimes she just found him a little overbearing. The twins were still protective, but at least she didn't have to deal with seeing them at school every day anymore. And even then, they had kept a fairly good distance from her personal life until recently. She thought that was probably because they weren't around as much. She supposed if she moved out she'd want to know every detail about her familys' lives too. As it was, she was still very curious about how Fred and George were doing and beyond proud of her brothers for doing what they wanted and actually being successful at it. Even if their mum hadn't approved of the idea at the beginning, there was no reason for anyone to deny that Fred and George had been right to take what they were good at and make it into something that could support them.

Apparently, now all they needed was a cook. Ginny smiled when Fred said he missed it, and then laughed when he admitted he wanted food. The only female child of Arthur and Molly Weasley wasn't exactly the best cook in the world, but she could make something edible if she really had to. Ginny had taken more after the boys in the family than the females, and who could really blame her when the only other female to turn to was their mother? “Yeah, I don't know where she's at. I've been upstairs.” Well, that was pretty obvious. She figured Fred would have assumed as much.

“The ghoul?” Ginny's voice was a little disbelieving. How anyone could be concerned with their ghoul... then again, it had been there through Ginny's life, in the attic, crying from time to time. She didn't miss it when she was at Hogwarts, but maybe she would if she moved out of the Burrow permanently. “I don't know. Go ask him.” Ginny shrugged and sat down at the table across from her brother. “I don't know where everyone is. Harry has to be around somewhere, he can't leave the barriers.” Harry had been staying with them over the summer, like usual. This time he was spending a lot more time with the Weasleys. Ginny couldn't complain, but she had to admit it she would have had a better summer if Fred and George were around more often. Still, if she got bored she could always make fun of Fleur with Hermione.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7e3a3a 15px solid; border-left: #f7dc8b 15px solid;] Fred sighed when Ginny told him she didn’t know where their Mum was. He felt like he hadn’t seen her in ages and when he actually made the time to come and visit her she wasn’t there. Of course, he was visiting her because he was hungry, but it was still a visit all the same, right? He snorted at Ginny’s disbelief when he asked about the Ghoul. There was always a soft spot in his heart for the creature, mostly because it was convenient to test on. He and George had used it quite a few times to test out products and it never seemed to mind that much, probably just because they kept it company. He watched Ginny sit down and actually considered going to talk to the Ghoul. However, he was enjoying talking to Ginny right now and didn’t want to stand up. It’s not like it was leaving any time soon and he could always go and see how it was doing later. Right now, he just wanted to talk to his baby sister. “I’ll pay it a visit later.” The thought of Harry being somewhere in the house made him shift in his seat. It was slightly unnerving to think about Ginny and Harry alone in The Burrow together. He couldn’t understand why his mom would do that, except for her love for all things Harry Potter. Merlin, if he had ever been in the house alone with a girl his Mum would barge in his room before he could even think about bonking her. However, he had enough bruises from testing out a new product and didn’t need any more, so he kept his mouth shut about it. Besides, there was always Ron for being the cockblock in Ginny’s life. Then he wouldn’t have to hear about it, except for when Ginny ranted about him. All Fred had to do though was call Ron a prat or slimy git though, and that was the end of it. It was easy to stay on Ginny’s good side most of the time, but recently Fred and George weren’t doing so well at it. Fred glanced at the fridge again and then back at Ginny, a sly smile was coming over his face. “So, did any of Mum’s cooking skills rub off on you yet?” I’m sure you’d love to make your dear, handsome, older brother something to eat…wouldn’t cha Ginny?” The smile broadened, and he tried to look as charming as possible. He knew, though, that there was a slim to none chance of Ginny actually cooking for him. To be honest he had no idea if she even could cook or not. Surely she couldn’t be as bad as Fred though. He really needed to learn how to cook eventually. If he were to have a family, burning food for his kids probably wouldn’t make him father of the year.

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The ghoul was just something that Ginny would never understand. It wasn't like the thing ever hurt them and it was nice in its own way, she supposed. It was a good sport about being the test subject for the items Fred and George invented. So it did have its purpose. Ginny felt no real attachment to it though. She didn't wish anything bad upon it, but she wouldn't miss it if it just got up and left either. They could use that attic if it weren't there. Ginny had a thought that maybe they could just shove Phlegm up there and it could suck out whatever charm she held over everyone. Maybe they could swap appearances and the ghoul could become a functioning part of wizard society and then Bill wouldn't want to make her Ginny's sister-in-law. Hey, she could dream!

“That thing doesn't even really talk. I don't see how you could have a conversation with it. And it will probably just run, thinking you want to test something else out on it.” Her voice was teasing but that didn't make the statements any less true. Mostly the ghoul made weird grunting sounds and the youngest Weasley wasn't sure how anyone could make it understand anything. And if she had been the test subject for all of the twins' experiments, Ginny would run too. Not that she didn't get one every now and again, but that was usually some sort of prank and with Ginny's nature, she could usually shrug that off and come back with something else, maybe not quite as inventive but at least as equally effective. She didn't have the knack for inventing things like the twins did.

It hadn't actually occurred to Ginny that she might be left alone in the house with Harry. She hadn't been thinking much about Dean, but that didn't change the fact that Harry only thought of Ginny as Ron's little sister. Actually, she was more keen to avoid Fleur than finding out who was home and who wasn't. She was only hoping that Phlegm wasn't anywhere around. But she was quite certain that Harry was around somewhere. If not actually in the house then in the yard somewhere, because the protective barriers were for his safety and she knew he wasn't allowed to go outside of them until it was time to buy their books and things.

Ginny looked at Fred like he was crazy for a moment. “Not really, though I'm probably better at cooking than you are. We could give it a shot.” The female Weasley wasn't much of a cook and she wasn't going to pretend like she was. She grew up with the boys. She was definitely more of a pranking kind of person than a cooking kind of person. “Or we could just wait for mum. She'd probably get mad if I went messing up her kitchen anyway.” Then she'd have to clean the kitchen. That was no on her list of things to do today.

“Mum says we're going to visit your shop when we go to get our books. If we're good.” Ginny said the last part as if she was actually Molly Weasley. One thing that Ginny could do well was imitate people. It was a quality that usually brought about a laugh, especially when she made fun of Slytherins around the Gryffindor students.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7e3a3a 15px solid; border-left: #f7dc8b 15px solid;] Fred knew that he couldn’t have a conversation with the ghoul but that never stopped him from trying. He always tried to talk to it actually. When he was home and George wasn’t around (though that wasn’t often) he would try and play with the ghoul. Generally, it didn’t want anything to do with Fred and would make terrible noises, but the twin still found it rather amusing. Ginny’s comment made him snort though. Of course it didn’t like them testing things on it, and it would run at the sight of Fred. It would probably make most of the family pretty happy if he were to scare it away with one of his pranks. He was actually surprised that it didn’t happen by now. The thought of Harry and Ginny being alone together still disturbed him to no end and he was hoping another Weasley would pop out of somewhere soon. It would sure as hell make him feel a lot better. He was done with his protective outbursts with Ginny though, because all that seemed to do was get him in trouble. The last thing he needed was a howler from his Mum telling him to let his sister be. He had to refrain from rolling his eyes at the thought of it. It was hard not to be over protective of your only sister, and a pretty one at that. As fast as Fred’s hopes were raised about Ginny cooking they were crushed. She went from almost cooking for him for saying they should just wait for his Mum instead. “But that could take hours! Who knows where that woman is?” He complained, his stomach growled as if on cue to complain also…although, Ginny might not be the best choice for a chef. She pretty much grew up with the boys and Fred couldn’t remember her cooking much except for maybe helping his Mum with a thing or two. He had tried helping his Mum once in the kitchen, but was kicked out in less than five minutes after exploding the potatoes. Fred frowned and rested his elbows on the table with his head in his hands, wishing for his Mum to get home soon. When Ginny mentioned the family taking a trip to Diagon Alley his eyes and face lit up immediately. He loved when his family visited the joke shop and it brought him a certain pride, especially when his parents were there. His Mum never approved of the shop and it was still a bit of a touchy subject for him. She seemed to be coming along with the idea of it though and a lot more supportive than she was of it in the beginning. Fred was just excited this year to get his family good Christmas gifts. He already had ideas of what he was going to get them. Fred couldn’t contain his laughter at the imitation of his mother. The voice was almost spot on and it really did sound just like Molly. Ginny had always been good at impersonations though, so Fred wasn’t really fazed by it. He was used to how good she was at it. Still though, it made him laugh. He knew that his family would stop by the shop regardless if they were good or not. Ron could break into Gringotts and his Mum would still pop by to say hello to the twins. It was something he always loved about his mother. She loved her children more than anything, and it was fairly obvious. “Well, you lot better be well behaved then,” he chortled, a grin playing on his lips. “No breaking into Gringotts or anything too rowdy.”

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Ginny didn't know if their ghoul had been there before she had been born or if it had decided to take up residence in their home sometime after that. She couldn't exactly remember a time that it hadn't just been wasting away up there. The youngest Weasley wasn't sure where she stood with the thing. Really, she hardly noticed it until it decided to make some noise. It was like a pet, or guest, that they never fed and rarely saw. It just stayed up in their attic and was there whenever their mum wanted to threaten anyone who came to the house, which proved useful Ginny's first year at Hogwarts since Ron and Harry had taken that car. But Ginny never really cared one way or the other about it. It was just something that was there. It was like the couch in the living room or the way Ron was always sort of whiny. It was just something that was. Although, Ginny had to admit that the difference between the couch in the living room and her brother Ron was that Ginny wasn't fond of when Ron complained but would still stick up for him in a fight, while she couldn't care less about the couch in the living room's feelings. Because it didn't have feelings. Unless their mum was hiding something from them, like their couch actually being the brother of the ghoul. The point was, the ghoul wasn't something that Ginny thought about on the average day except to maybe tease Ron about.

Usually the house wasn't this empty. There was always a Weasley or two running around and she knew for a fact that Harry had to be around as well since he couldn't leave. Hermione would be wherever Ron was, most likely, trying to knock some sense into him. And Ron, well, Ginny didn't know where Ron was. Probably wherever Fleur was. George stayed with Fred at the loft; Percy didn't come around anymore unless he was forced to; Charlie worked with dragons and Bill had a job at Gringotts to do that left him not around as much as Ginny would like to see her older brother. Come to think of it her dad was probably at work as well. Mum should be around but if she was with Phlegm (and Ginny sincerely hoped they were somewhere far away from where she sat right now) then Ron and Hermione were probably there too. With Fred and George not living there all the time anymore, it was a much quieter house. Ginny wasn't sure she liked that all too much.

“I don't particularly think Mum would be too happy if the two of us tried cooking something and burnt down the Burrow. I for one would like to go one day without hearing Mum yell but since we've got Fleur that isn't going to happen. I'm just going to hope her yelling stays away from me and burning down our home won't help with that.” Ginny shrugged. “There's probably something in the cabinets if you're that hungry.”

The thought of going to Diagon Alley was actually a pleasant one despite the fact that Ginny was sure there was more to it than actually just getting to go to Diagon Alley. Ginny wasn't confined to the boundaries but she didn't often go outside of them anyway. The only reason she would have is to meet Luna somewhere and that didn't really happen a whole lot. It actually didn't happen ever, even though they didn't live all that far away from each other. “Oh darn, there goes my summer plans.” The Weasley girl teased. She might have been a bit of a prankster, but she wasn't as egotistical to think that she could break into Gringotts. Even if she could she wouldn't want to. Her pranks were usually harmless and things that might get her a detention or two but certainly wouldn't get her into Azkaban Prison. “I guess I'll just have to find something else to do.”

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Fred needed to learn how to cook, Ginny thought. At least he could do magic outside of Hogwarts. Ginny was still bound (sort of) to the rules of no under age sorcery. Not to say she didn't do a few things here and there. It was a little more difficult to trace something when your family was full of wizards. There were loop holes in the Trace and Ginny knew how to use them. It went off any time someone in the vicinity used magic, but Ginny was already always around magic. Her mum and dad used it all the time. It was just a way of life. And anyway, if they tracked her down they had no way of proving that someone else hadn't used her wand. There were several people who could take it and use it if they wanted to around this house. Still, Ginny didn't use magic outside of Hogwarts unless she thought it was necessary, which could mean anything from hexing Ron to something more drastic. Not that the latter happened often, though she fantasized sometimes about following her father to work to put some sort of hex on Percy. The point was that Fred could use magic to not burn the house down, if he really wanted to try.

Fleur did not grow... on anyone. You were either enthralled with her or you hated her. Or you were Harry and seemingly indifferent, though Ginny wasn't about to trust that. He could have been lying to her; he didn't have a reason to lie to her since they weren't dating or anything, but he could have been just because of how much fun she was making of Ron for being so drawn to the part veela. “I'd rather grow an extra toe than have Phlegm grow on me. Honestly, the way people stare at her. And she's so rude!” It was true though. She had some sort of charm over the men and they apparently overlooked the fact that she wanted to change everything about everyone. She was the kind of person who thought she should have a crown. Hell, she probably did have a tiara somewhere. “I don't know how anyone else doesn't see how much she criticizes everything about our family and our home.” Maybe Ginny Weasley was a little protective of her family, but she hated to see some girl come in and mess them all up. Not to mention, she was rather fond of their home, even if it wasn't what most people would have wanted to live in.

Ginny laughed as Fred opened the box of cookies to reveal that most of them had been eaten already. He was probably right – Ron had probably gotten to them first. The girl shrugged and gave a little laugh. The twins weren't staying in the Burrow as often, which was interesting since now Harry was using their room, but there was always a bit of a shortage of certain things at the Weasley's nonetheless. Ginny blamed most of it on Ron. If Ron was around, you ate fast or didn't eat. She didn't know how Ron wasn't three times the size he was with all the food he shoved into his mouth.

The red-haired girl laughed at her brother's comment. She was one of the few people that hadn't ever had any sweet tested on her. Of course, part of that was because she had a really mean bat boggy hex, but the other part was that she had a temper like her mother. She liked to think that it was mostly because they liked her though. They all played jokes on each other and usually Ginny was a pretty good sport about it and just came back at them with something else. Unless it was severely annoying or something. “Running out of willing testers are you? That's too bad. I guess you'll have to resort to sneaking Ron candies." She smiled at the genuine offer to come to the loft though. She'd love to visit Fred and George if her mum let her. She wouldn't mind sleeping on the floor or anything to have some time outside of the Burrow. She loved the Burrow and she was thoroughly pleased that Harry was staying with them, but it felt like ages since she'd seen her older brothers and she wouldn't be seeing them at Hogwarts this year. At least not that often unless they came back for detentions, which Ginny was sure they had probably racked up over the years. “If you can talk mum into letting me stay.” She smiled, not thinking her mother would be too excited about that idea, though if they talked to their dad they might be able to get away with it.

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[/b] he admitted. Like his sister, he was extremely protective about his family and a little touchy on the subject. He was also a tad brash when people criticized their family but he hadn’t noticed Fleur do it before. It was honestly hard to pay attention to what she was saying when she spoke. Fred typically was just looking at her appearance when he was around her and the broken English didn’t help much. If she had made comments about the family though, then he would be a bit more wary around her. He loved everything about his slightly larger family, and although they had their problems (like Percy), he would never change a thing.

Ginny commented about him running out of willing testers and he smirked. Almost all of his testers were never willing and a lot of the time it was easier just to test things out on George. Of course, that usually ended up with his twin retaliating and for the most part it was never pleasant. He snorted before speaking. “Ron is one of our best testers. He’s usually thick enough to try anything we give him. You’d think he’d learn.” [/b] Fred laughed and popped another one of the cookies in his mouth. They were almost gone and he frowned for a moment. “Why wouldn’t Mum let you stay? We are your brothers and all,” [/b] he replied. He wondered if his mum would actually say no to his little sister visiting them. If she did it would probably be because she was looking out for Ginny’s safety. Fred knew things did get a bit out of hand over in the loft, but nothing his sister couldn’t handle. The worst that happened was maybe a small explosion or two. For the most part though, it wasn’t too bad. As long as there were no prank wars or anything of the sort going on.

Fred finished the last of the cookies that were on the table and still felt hungry. The cookies didn’t do anything to satisfy his hunger like he had hoped. He thought about what he would love to be eating right now. Anything would be fine really, and what he could really go for right now was a potato bake. Actually, anything with cheese would be good too. All the thinking of food made his stomach growl loudly and he grinned sheepishly at his sister. “Would you want to go out and grab a bite to eat with me?” [/b] He asked, raising his eyebrows slightly at her. “I’ll pay of course, since I’m dragging you along with me?” [/b] He wondered if she would mind leaving. It didn’t seem like there was anyone else in the house, besides Harry. She already had alone time with him though, and Fred almost cringed at the thought of them having more alone time if he left.



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The Weasley residence was downright dull today. Usually there would be several red heads running about, chasing each other because someone had their wand or someone decided to shut Pig in Ron's room and close the windows so bird droppings would get everywhere. Okay, Ginny hadn't actually known that to happen yet, but it was a highly entertaining idea. Since Harry was using the twins' room now since the twins were staying at the flat, it would actually be a good time to try and put that little plan into action. The girl added that thought to the mental list of things to try pranking Ron with before Hogwarts. Hey, she had to entertain herself somehow. Ron was an easy target. Age wise, he was in the middle of the twins and Ginny, so naturally he got a lot of the practical jokes played on him. Percy had been a good one to sort of pick on... before he got even more uptight than he now was and disconnected himself from the family. Now it was sort of depressing. For so long Ginny had thought that the Weasleys would stick together no matter what, and her brother had been easily manipulated by The Ministry of Magic.

Ginny shrugged. It seemed like she would never convince the boys of anything except that Fleur Delacour was awesome. Something that the female Weasley child didn't believe in the slightest. It was just a shame that Bill hadn't taken a liking to Tonks. Ginny thought Dora was much more likable than the French woman, and Tonks was over all the time anyway because she was an auror and with the Order. Unfortunately, Bill didn't seem to have that sort of interest in the Auror. It was a shame, really. Ginny could have handled Tonks as a sister-in-law. She supposed she would have to just deal with whoever Bill chose. She was determined to believe that she did not have to like that choice though.

Ron really could be thick sometimes, but to his credit, Ginny didn't really think that the twins always told him what it was he was eating. Ron was one of the Weasleys that seemed to never stop eating. They all had healthy appetites of course, having been raised in a home where the mother wouldn't hear anything about not having seconds or thirds. They might not have had a lot of money, but there was always food in the house. Sometimes, Ginny thought they went without some things, like new clothes and that sort of stuff, just so there was enough food in the house for all of them. She didn't mind that, it was just the way they lived. Besides, being a girl, there weren't many things that could be truly handed down to her in the Weasley family. She got the second hand books and school supplies, but as far as clothes went, she would never be getting any of the boys things, unless it was a unisex sweater or something. “I don't think Ron thinks much about what kind of food he puts in his mouth.”

The redheaded girl shrugged at her brother's next question. Why wouldn't mum let her stay? There were several answers to that question, but the one that Ginny thought would stop her from letting the youngest Weasley go visit her brothers was that there wouldn't be as many people to help out around the house. “Mum can be kind of... well, you know how she is.” Ginny didn't really want to elaborate on that. She didn't see the harm in staying with the twins for a little while, but she had learned enough over the years of being in the family that you never assumed Molly Weasley would be alright with anything.

She looked up at the offer to get outside of the house, though, even if just for a little while. Sometimes, it felt like the offer to pay for anything was sort of charity, but this was Fred. Her older brother was allowed to pay for things for her. “Sure, let me just leave a note so Mum doesn't flip out when she gets here and can't find someone to fold the wash.” She got up and found a quill and a piece of paper before quickly scribbling a note to her mother. When she was done with the I'm with Fred, don't worry, love Ginny note, she put the parchment on the table and looked at her brother. “So, where did you have in mind?”

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Duh statement of the year: we're your brothers. As if anyone could deny that fact. Of course Ginny was the sister of Fred and George. She shared their sense of humor, last name, and the same fiery red hair, pale skin, and freckles. That didn't mean their mum would be alright with Ginny waltzing into Diagon Alley. She was barely alright with them going to get their school books this year. Ginny half expected Molly to tell them she was going to home school Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione. “I think she's just afraid that if we aren't with her we're going to end up dead or something.” Ginny had heard that almost everything in Diagon Alley had closed down, so maybe there was some reason to have that fear. Ginny didn't think it was really that much of a risk since she'd be with Fred and she didn't think he'd let anything happen to her (and she wasn't about to forget her wand, even if she wasn't really allowed to do magic outside of Hogwarts), but Molly had always been rather protective of her children. Ginny supposed it was a mum sort of thing.

Ginny smirked at Fred's comment about not writing that she was with Fred. “Right, we don't want her to know that that's our plan,” she joked. Hopefully, her mum would know better than to think the two of them would break into the wizard's bank, but Molly Weasley did have a knack for jumping to the worst conclusion imaginable. Still, the girl left the part about her hanging out with Fred. She thought her mother at least had a right to know where she was, even if Ginny did find it kind of annoying that they were watched so closely. She thought about finding Harry and inviting him to go along, but she quickly remembered that he had to stay within the barrier. Ron and Hermione should be around soon anyway, but she sort of felt bad about leaving him here without anyone else around. But it wasn't like he was hanging around her right now anyway.

Anywhere sounded better than sticking around here to eat, so Ginny nodded at Fred's suggestion and checked her pockets to make sure her wand was with her. It wouldn't be good for her to leave it behind, just in case she really did need it. Underage wizards were allowed to do magic if it was necessary, right? After making sure that she in fact did have her wand, she nodded again. “Yeah, I'm ready.” More than ready, actually. Ginny could really use some time out of the Burrow.

Fred must have known that Ginny was worried about leaving Harry without anyone around, or maybe he was feeling bad about it too, because he suggested that they could bring the others back something. She headed toward the living room and through the door, outside to their front yard, which was just as empty of people as the house seemed to be. Maybe their mum had gone to Diagon Alley without them. “So, are you going to Apparate us or are we flying?” Of course, Ginny wouldn't be able to apparate alone. She was still too young to take that class.