[It worked. A silent exhale of relief and an equally silent clap on the back for the youngest Weasley (as well as a mental word of thanks to paying attention to the twins' various tactics in avoiding Mum's questions). Ginny shrugs again, idly kicking the heels of her boots against the wall as she remarks, ]
Mm, yeah. I expect it's the weather. [She glances up to the sky again. Her favourite place.] But you'd be offended anyway, wouldn't you?
[Though there's little malice behind the words, just quiet observation. If she were younger, there would be a trace of a grudge held over their last conversation, but she's grown slightly since. Now it's more curiousity, though it tends to border on too curious.]
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Mm, yeah. I expect it's the weather. [She glances up to the sky again. Her favourite place.] But you'd be offended anyway, wouldn't you?
[Though there's little malice behind the words, just quiet observation. If she were younger, there would be a trace of a grudge held over their last conversation, but she's grown slightly since. Now it's more curiousity, though it tends to border on too curious.]