Ginny Weasley speaking!
Who: Ginny (Dairine) and Jake (Adam)
What: What indeed
When: Right around 3AM
Where: Residence
Rating/Status: Closed/Incomplete/PG?
The last thing Dairine remembered was climbing into bed. She'd claimed sleeping rights to Tosh's room since she left, luxuriating in a posh bed with cozy sheets and too many pillows. She hadn't moved entirely, but there was a pile of technology building in the corner. Bits of computers, motherboards, junk she'd found around town. In the garbage cans of electronics stores (which wasn't a very respectable way of finding computer bits, but it worked.)
The thing was, Dairine didn't expect to be awoken by the strangest tingling feeling at three in the morning. And in fact, when she awoke, she wasn't Dairine at all.
Looked like Dairine, yes. Still wore her flannel pajamas, still had the longish red hair, but she looked -- confused. She glanced around the room, frowning. It was dark, but the digital clock by the bed read "3:15."
Hang on. Digital? Since when did their family own all that Muggle electronic flim-flam? Well, there was plenty of it in Dad's shed, but none of it actually worked.
She swung her legs out of bed, suddenly very awake. Suddenly very afraid. In a soft, decidedly British voice she called out. "Mum? Dad?" Last she remembered, she'd been back at the Burrow, visiting home for the Winter holidays. "Fred, what are you playing at? George, this isn't funny." She searched the cabinet, looking for her wand. "Accio Wand!" Nothing happened. A lump began to creep into her throat as she left the bedroom, armed with a book from the nightstand and padded silently down the hall. She heard a stir, like someone moving in the other room. Ginny Weasley edged closer.
"Ron...?"
What: What indeed
When: Right around 3AM
Where: Residence
Rating/Status: Closed/Incomplete/PG?
The last thing Dairine remembered was climbing into bed. She'd claimed sleeping rights to Tosh's room since she left, luxuriating in a posh bed with cozy sheets and too many pillows. She hadn't moved entirely, but there was a pile of technology building in the corner. Bits of computers, motherboards, junk she'd found around town. In the garbage cans of electronics stores (which wasn't a very respectable way of finding computer bits, but it worked.)
The thing was, Dairine didn't expect to be awoken by the strangest tingling feeling at three in the morning. And in fact, when she awoke, she wasn't Dairine at all.
Looked like Dairine, yes. Still wore her flannel pajamas, still had the longish red hair, but she looked -- confused. She glanced around the room, frowning. It was dark, but the digital clock by the bed read "3:15."
Hang on. Digital? Since when did their family own all that Muggle electronic flim-flam? Well, there was plenty of it in Dad's shed, but none of it actually worked.
She swung her legs out of bed, suddenly very awake. Suddenly very afraid. In a soft, decidedly British voice she called out. "Mum? Dad?" Last she remembered, she'd been back at the Burrow, visiting home for the Winter holidays. "Fred, what are you playing at? George, this isn't funny." She searched the cabinet, looking for her wand. "Accio Wand!" Nothing happened. A lump began to creep into her throat as she left the bedroom, armed with a book from the nightstand and padded silently down the hall. She heard a stir, like someone moving in the other room. Ginny Weasley edged closer.
"Ron...?"