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[ashotofgin]

Ginny had been seventeen for days. Part of her had been hoping that something significant would happen. A bolt from the blue would come and strike her now that she as of age. That she would have awoken on Thursday morning and somehow felt different, that would she would have known exactly why. Instead that day had come and gone and the only thing

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[notaparker]

There's a tumbling, laughing redhead on the playground. I'm a little envious, actually, of the facility of movement. I'm still moving gingerly, still not breathing as easily as I should, and leaping about like that would probably be a good way to land myself back in the hospital bed I only escaped from a week ago.

I'd also have to avoid rolls like that as revealing a greater facility with tumbling than I should have, but I still miss it, seeing someone else do it.

"Whoa," I say, "sweet youth roll." I'm not entirely sure where I picked up the phrase 'youth roll' for, well, a roll executed by a youth, who I heard it from, but I like the phrasing, it's fun.

[ashotofgin]

That was not a phrase that Ginny had ever heard before. It was probably some sort of strange Muggle slang. Muggles were always doing that, using words in strange ways. Her father would have been over the moon had he been here, probably touching everything in the Compound. Ginny might miss him, but she felt it was probably for the best that he wasn't there.

Twisting slightly to see who it was that had complemented her Ginny smiled and shrugged. Pulling another leaf from her hair, she got to her feet and dusted herself off. "Thanks, I suppose. I couldn't help it," she shrugged again. "There was just something about being on the swing that called for me to just jump off."

[notaparker]

And there's a familiar face. You know, kind of. Not that it's not a nice face, it is a pleasant, attractive face, I like it. But it's still disconcerting to see it on someone else, someone not Olive. Moving in different ways, adopting slightly different expressions, mannerisms. Being something that looks like a clone without being a clone at all. Just a doppelganger.

"The siren call of gamboling," I say, smile losing its slight fixedness as I adapt. Besides, how can I not smile around the word gamboling, it's so fun. "Just watch out, there's a girl around who has very strong feelings on age-appropriate playground use. Now, me, I'm completely in favor of age-inappropriate playground use."

[ashotofgin]

There's that look. One that Ginny has seen briefly on multiple people. It was a look that she was quickly growing familiar with. It was different from the Oh, another Weasley look, but there was still some common ground. This just went to show you, that if it wasn't one thing it was another. In the end all it did was cause her to wonder if this was something that Fred and George had spend their lives dealing with.

"I have never been one to miss an opportunity for a proper caper. Just a hint of cavorting can go for ages," Ginny picked up the thread and started to run with it. Nodding as if she had just been handed sage wisdom, she planted her feet on the ground as if preparing for an imaginary battle. "I shall have my eye out for her. But it's good to know that I am not alone in it. There's something grand about age inappropriate usage of a playset."

[notaparker]

"Capers, yeah, love a good caper," I say, although it sounds way cooler when she says it, with the accent. Grand, too, playsets are totally grand. "There's a bouncy castle, too, for further age inappropriate funtimes. ...that sounded a little inappropriate, let's pretend it didn't, um, hi. Jessica Drew."

[ashotofgin]

"I'm rather fond of them. Both acting them out and eating them." Ginny was fairly certain that capers that one ate were another simple joy that had been lost to her. Much like chewing gum and decent toffee, this place seemed to be lacking in some things and overflowing with others. She couldn't get her head on straight where that was concerned.

Laughing she nodded, shrugging the whole thing off. "No worries, I've definitely said worse. But hi, pleasure to meet you. I'm Ginny Weasley."

[notaparker]

This flash of recognition I can, at least, muster up a pretty good explanation for. But I have to work on that, on this island, there's a lot of call for poker-faced reactions to names.

Except a poker-face isn't exactly how people react to introductions, is it? So it's more faking the normal reaction. I forget, does the school do acting lessons?

"...pleased to meet you," I say. "You have family here! You, uh, you probably knew that. Your brother cooks and stuff."

Your brother cooks and stuff. Move over, James Bond.