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[7thborn]

[ accidental voice ]

-yes, alright! Be right there!

[The feed begins with the sounds of a busy Blue Light, filtered through the pocket of an apron to dull the noise down to a muffled tone. Ginny’s voice rises above the rest, the lightness edged in a tension that must be brought on by balancing a full tray of drink orders on one hand - though you

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[sparkling_by]

Miss Ginny? Everyone's so agitated today, and - what's going on?

[7thborn]

Tamaki.

Nothing, just had a rough day at work.

[sparkling_by]

Shining so brightly must be quite difficult, hmmm?

[7thborn]

What? I don't feel like...

[shifts]

You alright, Ginny?

[7thborn]

Absolutely. Of course, I didn't mean for the bloody thing to post in the first place.

[horrible_protag]

Ah, miss, are you alright? Is there anything that I can assist you with?

[7thborn]

It's been taken care of, thanks. Just a few glasses.

[horrible_protag]

Oh! Well do be careful about the shards, they're sharp pieces of pain that may pierce your very sole. [The glass probably doesn't hurt as bad as that pun.]

But we haven't even been introduced. I am Captain Hammer.

[7thborn]

It wasn't anything that couldn't be taken care of. I'm sure a few people weren't pleased, but it could have been worse.

But hello. I'm Ginny.

[oshutup]

[ Peter intervenes, picking up the glass, settling it into a carrying bin. ]

You should have mentioned.

[ What with all the goings on, it's not hard to guess what's gone wrong here, or even if it's not that - if Ginny is just unwell on a more ordinary scale, the point stands: she should have said. ]

[7thborn]

[Ginny shakes her head a little to shift the hair off her face, but it does little good when the errant locks cling to her forehead, slick with sweat. When she glances up to Peter, what little colour left in her cheeks drains away because this shouldn't have happened, she should be used to it by now, she should have a better grip on it. But there's really no use trying to hide the fact that her shoulder feels like it's being split in two by a blade a year in the past, but she tries all the same, shaking hands wielding her wand and repairing the glasses that can be saved.

It's through tightly grit teeth that she forces the low reassurance.]

There's nothing to mention. [Breathe. Breathe. It'll pass, it always does.] I've got this, Peter-it was my fault, really. Wasn't looking where I was going.

[oshutup]

[ Sighing, Peter gathers what glass could not be salvaged into the bin he has with him, and glances over at the redhead. Sometimes they don't seem as far apart in age as they actually are, but right now the difference is vastly apparent to him and he watches the clench of her jaw with a critical eye - not fooled in the least. ]

Ginny, I think we're slightly better off than lying to each other.

[ Finishing with the glass, he takes a rag to what spilled drink had gotten onto the floor and sops that up as well, his own mouth pressed thin, ] Please go home. I know what's been happening.

I just didn't know it'd been happening to you.

[7thborn]

No idea what you're talking about.

[The response is brusque and it's curtness can be blamed on the pain just as easily as it can be blamed on her temper. But Ginny can already feel it beginning to ebb just a little, enough so she can focus a bit more on the magic at hand, and she Vanishes the spilled liquid with a light flick of her wand. A mess that should have taken her two seconds to clean up and without any help. Well, what's done is done and it's alright now.

The redheaded witch stands, falters a little on her feet but regains balance quickly, and she looks up at Peter, jaw just as set.]

I'm not going home. I'm fine.

[There's more than stubbornness at work here. There's almost a plea in that last word. Don't pity me, don't think I need help, don't let anyone else know what I know you know. Please.]