RP: Brothers and sisters

[rar_charlie]

Date: 1 January 1999
Characters: Charlie Weasley, Ginny Weasley
Location: The Burrow
Status: Private
Summary: Charlie get so have a little chat with his sister
Completion: Incomplete

"Wake up sleepyhead!" Charlie knocked on the door, loudly, waiting for some kind of response, then spoke again. "Hey, I've cooked egg muffins. You'll regret it if you don't

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[rar_ginny]

Ginny was in the middle of dream where she was being chased by a chimera--at least until she was jerked from her sleep by Charlie's voice. She sat up, groggy and heart racing, and blinked at him. He ducked out quickly, mentioning breakfast.

She swung her legs over the bed and tugged on something more than a tank top and boxer shorts. Then she padded downstairs, and the scent of food grew stronger the closer she got to the kitchen.

Charlie was sitting at the table when she entered the kitchen. "Morning," she grumbled, but she was surprised to see that no one else was there. When was the last time Charlie wanted to eat breakfast with her? She couldn't even remember...

[rar_charlie]

"Hey Gin," he said, standing up and moving around the table. "Egg muffins," he said. "So do you want over easy, sunny side up, poached or scrambled?" he asked, moving back over to the stove and hovering.

She seemed to be a bit surprised, and Charlie tried to smile, "New Years last night," he said, "Made a few New Years Resolutions. Spend more time with the family, mostly. What about you?" he asked, so as to make it less of an explanation, and more of a conversation starter. She still looked sleepy, so he moved the teapot over onto the table.

[rar_ginny]

"Scrambled sounds good today," she answered. "Thanks."

Ginny yawned and rubbed the back of her neck as she listened to Charlie's resolution. "Did I make any resolutions?" she asked. She dropped her chin into the palm of her hand and sighed. "Yeah, I suppose I did." She didn't know if Charlie really wanted to know what she had decided when it came to her personal life, so she poured herself some tea instead.

"Smells good."

[rar_charlie]

"Scrambled," he agreed, and went for it, cracking eggs into the pan and adding salt and milk and pepper and butter. He stayed over the pan, hearing her hesitance when she talked about resolutions, and casting her one quick glance over his shoulder before continuing with his scrambling.

When he was done - it didn't take long - he returned to the table and scooped out the scrambled egg onto their muffins, before returning the empty pan to the sink for the scourers to wash up.

"We haven't talked in ages," he told her, settling into the chair opposite with his plate in front of him. "I don't even know how you're doing at school. The youngest, littlest one, about to take her NEWTs. It's almost frightening. I still remember you being this big." He gestured, holding his fingers apart at about the length of the plate. "You doing alright?" he asked, finally.