Twenty-one -- voice

[facesdeath]

[ There's some background noise, he's obviously still doing some things. He sounds a little far off. ]

All right, charms are all in working order, and...

[ The click of a trunk opening, then something whizzes by the microphone, and very suddenly Regulus is close to it as well, sounding pleased. ]Gotcha. Apparently, you're in working order too

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[7thborn]

Oh, do we have enough people for a bit of a match?

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[facesdeath]

Might take some scouting about. I wonder if we can gather up enough.

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[7thborn]

Well, Ron's about, if you want to grab him. Still, d'you mind terribly if I head down there even before we've got a few people? I'm itching for a fly.

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[facesdeath]

Yeah, grab Ron. And no, I don't mind. There're plenty of brooms.

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[7thborn]

D'you want to remind me where I might find you and these brooms?

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[facesdeath]

... Right, that might help. There's a clearing in the woods not too far from the cabin. I'd be there.

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[7thborn]

Give me a few minutes, then. I've an old coat in here, I think-[rustling] ... Well. Merlin, it still looks new.

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[facesdeath]

[ Some rustling about and a soft hoot. Yes, Noah is cursed along with him. ]

That seems to be happening to a lot of people, today.

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[7thborn]

[And here, have an older Ginny in a bright white coat. She's grown taller, though really, not by much at all. 26 years old, a national Quidditch player, war veteran and a mother of two-bit of an odd combination, but she's happy. Waving!]

Regulus!

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[facesdeath]

[ Here, have an older Regulus in a dark green coat. He's taller, a little broader, and, well, alive. He's got the brooms set up and there's the trunk with the balls in it (ha ha), and well, he's pretty happy too. Noah is sitting on a branch nearby and he grins, waving back. ]

Ginny! It's been ages. You look well.

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[7thborn]

[She looks over him once, considering whether a handshake or a hug would be better. Ah, to hell with it. Have the latter. And a laugh.]

Thank you. Playing the game's kept me fit enough, even after having the boys. [broad grin] You're not looking bad, yourself.

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[facesdeath]

[ He grins, sheepishly, and returns it. He's not about to complain about hugs. ]

Thank you, I try to keep on all right. Now, I've still yet to hear much about these boys of yours.

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[7thborn]

[Ginny beams as only a proud and happy mother can. Quidditch can wait.]

I've two. My eldest is James; he's only a toddler, but he's gotten into so much trouble with his uncles, it's ridiculous. I've got to keep a close eye on that one. [smile softens] Then there's Al, my youngest-nearly a year old.

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[facesdeath]

[ He nods, still grinning. ]

Sounds like you've a right wonderful family.

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[7thborn]

[Smiles. Ginny knows this.] Thanks. It's been a brilliant few years.

[And the young woman moves over to the brooms, running an expert hand over the handles thoughtfully.] You've done well with these, by the way. How'd you manage the balls?

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[facesdeath]

[ He's pleased by her appraisal, and it's visible - he shrugs a bit, though. ]

Thanks. I've had the time to perfect them, most definitely. And ah, the balls... Managed those from a rummage shop, of all things. They were just sitting there. I recognized the case straight off.