((Writing from this post by @fightfortherightsofhouseelves - with minor edits to fit the format))
@stjernfaerie as Ginny Weasley
@the-ginger-magician as Charlie Weasley
He focused his attention on the gingerhaired girl, a mock replica of his teenage years, counting down the seconds till she’d fancy explaining herself. She always did talk, eventually. She functioned like a ticking bomb, Ginny, keeping silent until she exploded.
So he went on staring, blinking at times and unrelentingly rapping his fingers on the armrest. He’d seen her throw tantrums since she’d learned how to walk and talk, this was nothing new.
Rap-rap-rap, that rhythm he was pursuing, that smug look, that all-knowing twinkle in his eye – she wanted to scream at him and maybe let the five year old raging inside her loose to pull his ponytail, like she used to years ago when he got her mad, and call it a day.
Ginny huffed, arms crossed tightly and one annoying strand of hair falling into her eyes. How can she bloody get rid of it without uncrossing her arms? Appearing less annoyed was not an option so she had to buckle up and power through it.
Her older brother drawled the words, resting his chin on his fist and faking a yawn, as if to indicate he was slowly getting bored of her antics. Which, frankly, got under her skin more than she would’ve liked to admit, but now there was no turning back.
Her head turned towards him so fast she slapped her own cheek with a long red lock of hair. She decided to act as if that did not happen and keep her frown game strong.
He mentally readied himself for what could easily become the first real row he ever had with his little sister.
She carried on, giving no sign that she’d acknowledged his subtle mockery.
The fifteen year old felt her brother’s scrutinising gaze scan her from head to toe, still she refused to feel intimidated.
His response came like a slap on the back of her head and he looked so pleased with himself she felt like yelling in frustration. Praying for all the control she had left, Ginny let herself collapse back into her favourite armchair, glaring at her brother for good measure.
Ginny clenched her jaw and wrinkled her nose and she did what she could not to stick her tongue out at him.
Now he’d gotten her attention.
The expression on his face was so sweet as he mouthed the last two words, Ginny felt the tightness in her chest clear even if only a bit.
It was all she could say. In truth, the thought of her brother actually being in love never crossed her mind. She always felt that he, you know, maybe fancied her for her looks, like any other bloke still displaying vital signs.
He leaned even closer and took her hand, freckles clashing against freckles on pasty skin.
Maybe she could do it, for him. For the brother that always listened to her, sat through all her role-playing games summer after summer, the one who gave her the confidence she needed to deal with life itself.
Ginny instantly withdrew her hand, incensed, and jumped straight to her feet.
He heard her growl as she stomped her way up the stairs, slamming the door to her bedroom behind. Bill just grinned and relaxed against his armchair, closing his eyes and knowing full well she’d appreciate his humour once she cooled off.
Charlie’s voice sounded from a place near him.
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