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I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Nov 08, 2007 01:37

Who: GhostGinny + ???
When: Thursday, Morning onwards
Where: Everywhere
Rating: TBA
Summary: The Ghost starts causing trouble
Status: Incomplete

( If you need a prankster, look no further than a Weasley )

Comments 3

poisoned_quill November 8 2007, 13:19:55 UTC

It had been getting easier to go to bed together every night. Rita thought so, anyway, and Neville seemed to be finding it less awkward as well - though perhaps he was just getting better at pretending ( ... )

nevilletherebel November 9 2007, 13:27:15 UTC

Neville pulled back and shoved forwards, colliding with the door. The first time he tried it, it simply didn't open at all, and the second time it sent him sprawling out into the room beyond. He straightened up again, rubbing at his acheing shoulder, and stalked across the room to the kettle.

"What the hell are you bawling about?" he asked, rubbing at the back of his eyes.

He was so tired, and Rita had started the morning by breaking a mug. He glared at her as he approached, then came to a stop, staring at the insects lined up on the edge of the sideboard.

"I didn't put those there," he told her, glancing back up towards her. "Don't even think about accusing me." He turned away, grabbed the kettle and poured himself a coffee, then crossed the kitchen, leaning against the door. It was raining outside, which meant that his retreat for the day was utterly foiled, and he had to stay in here with Rita.

poisoned_quill November 9 2007, 14:28:09 UTC

Rita arched a brow. He didn't even seem surprised, and yet he knew nothing about it? Bollocks.

"How did they get there, then? I suppose pixies brought them in? Or did they all just agree to come in here, form a line and die?"

She glanced at them, then pulled her eyes away quickly. Went for the fruit bowl, grabbing a grapefruit and summoning a knife from the other side of the kitchen.

"Just... get rid of them, will you?" Her hand was still shaking traitorously. She slammed the fruit down on the bench, back to the disgusting display, and sliced the fruit down the middle. "Please." Anger in her voice along with the earnest plea. She really couldn't. Couldn't look at them.

She didn't know why he was doing this.