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[sacrificemyself]

[Ron is not a happy camper. But then, when is he? Still, he's not likely to be a perky wizard when he's unwillingly dressed in a rather horrific costume, his face so red that it would clash brilliantly with his hair if it were visible over the hood. He's tried getting rid of it, he's tried changing, he's tried everything, but the ruddy thing won't

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[there_were_none]

[Hi there Ron!

There's a...bubble of darkness floating aimlessly by. A child-sized bubble of darkness. It's trying to stay hidden, sort of...not really. It's obvious it hasn't attempted this maneuver very much before.]

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[sacrificemyself]

[Wut?

Ron is just... staring, because really, how often does one see a black sphere floating around? He'll follow it with his eyes, though, making sure it doesn't, y'know, suddenly explode or turn into an army of Death Eaters.]

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[there_were_none]

[COME TO GENSOKYO STUFF LIKE THIS HAPPENS ALL THE TIME.

No Death Eaters, sadly--instead, the orb of darkness turns into a...little girl. With glowing red eyes and flying around upside down for no other reason than because she can and paying absolutely no mind to aerodynamics.]

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[sacrificemyself]

[... red eyes tend to mean bad things, so Ron's rising to his feet, searching that bulky costume of his for his wand, muttering progressively more loudly as the search turns up empty.]

Bloody useless extra legs... where the hell did I put-.... For Merlin's sake, why can't I find it when I actually need it?

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[there_were_none]

[Flandre heard that, Ron!

And she's stopped, kind of staring curiously at him.

Upside-down. And still floating.]

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[sacrificemyself]

[Ron shuts up real quick, freezing as he sees the child-... thing's eyes on him. It's kind of hard to look stoic when you're a giant spider gawking at a creepy-looking kid.]

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[there_were_none]

...what are you doing?

[Flandre flips back over the right way around with a clumsy little flutter of her wings. Talk to her in...oh, five years, she might have gotten used to these little feathery things then.]

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[sacrificemyself]

[Clearly, the most mature way to answer a question... is with another question. Or rather, the same question.]

What are you doing?

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[there_were_none]

[The little vampire tilts her head.]

Flying.

[...and then looks slightly nervous.]

...don't tell my sister, though.

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[sacrificemyself]

Uh-huh. Without a broom. In a little... ball. [And now Ron's seen everything.]

Why wouldn't your sister want you to fly?

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[there_were_none]

I'm not Marisa.

[And her head tilts the other way.]

...what ball? [Flandre saw nothing!]

I'm not supposed to be outside by myself...

[But Flandre had been kind of spoiled by ohmygod so many new things and the fact that...well, actually getting there wasn't very hard. More like pathetically easy.

...and it was cloudy, and none of her usual chaperones wanted to go outside, so!]

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[sacrificemyself]

... riiiight.

The ball. The black ball that you-... how old are you, anyway?

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[there_were_none]

Four-hundred ninety-five.

[This is said almost completely casually. As if she were answering a question about the weather instead of the fact that she was older than most families.]

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[sacrificemyself]

[Great going, kid, you just made Ron snicker.]

Funny. No, seriously, you look too young to be out by yourself anyway.

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[Flandre just pouts.]

But I haven't even broken anything!

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[sacrificemyself]

I'm not saying you did. But things are kinda crazy out these days. I mean, look at me. [Although really, he'd rather you didn't] Your sister's probably just worried.