Ginny
“Oh, Ang, I love those knickers, where did you get them?” Ginny asked, her head poking through the floo grate.
“Merlin, Gin! A bit of warning next time,” Angelina said from the counter of her kitchen. She looked down at said knickers and continued. “Some muggle place Hermione took me to. We’ll plan a shopping day soon. I’m guessing you and George have more plotting to do? Come on through.”
“I love shopping trips,” Ginny said as soon as she was fully through the floo, brushing soot from her jumper.
“Hey, love, where are my trousers? The green ones?” George called as he walked into the kitchen.
“Do you two ever wear clothes?” Ginny asked as she helped herself to the pastries on the counter.
“Well, you are the one lurking in our floo,” Ang said as she handed George his trousers.
“I wasn’t lurking. And I had to, Harry’s gone with Hermione shopping, and he doesn’t want to be ‘part of the meddling'.” Ginny made air quotes with a roll of her eyes. “And I'm going with Luna to pick Cordy up this afternoon from King’s cross.”
“It's still barmy to think Luna is adopting a fourteen-year-old, plus the little ones. Is that even legal?” George asked, pulling the pastry from Ginny and popping the rest in his mouth.
“Yes George, you've been very vocal on the issue.” Ginny rolled her eyes again and picked up another. “And there may have been special permission from Kings to confound the adoption people. Mind your own.”
“That makes more sense. So what are you doing here anyway? The plan worked out just fine last night.”
“I agree with Harry, I want nothing to do with this,” Ang said, kissing George on the cheek before heading off toward the bedroom.
“Last night was just phase one,” Ginny said, placing her hands on the counter and levelling George with a serious face. “Now we have to decide where to go next.”
“Just because we put them together once isn’t enough, fair enough,” George replied, putting his trousers on. “Mum’s on a crusade to make this the best Christmas ever, that gives us plenty of opportunities to smash them together.”
“Yes brother, but just smashing them together isn’t enough,” Ginny said as if he were two years old.
“So what did you have in mind? Magical mistletoe? Veritaserum?”
“I’m not sure, everyone telling them isn’t working. You’d think two of the cleverest people we know couldn’t be so thick.”
“Yes! Hermione is, well, Hermione. She’s filled with nothing but textbooks and logic. And Fred, he can navigate the most complex situations with the smallest bit of experience and the biggest bit of mouth.”
“George, you’re brilliant!”
“Course I am. What did I say?” George asked with a smug, yet confused look.
“Logic and experience. We’ve been telling them over and over. We need to show them!”