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Post by Ginevra Weasley on Nov 4, 2015 19:31:56 GMT -8
Why, of all places, had the Order had to choose Number 12 Grimmauld Place? Ginny wondered to herself as she peered out the window from the room she and Hermione had shared over the summer and whenever else they were there with the Order. It was snowing outside, perfect weather for a good snowball fight or a bit of fun, but no, everyone was stuck inside cleaning. This morning she had woken up to find some pesky nettles in the bedding. It seemed some had migrated over their absence from the place, and made it to the room and burrowed into the bedding over night.
Needless to say, her morning hadn't been pleasant. She'd been busy being given treatments for the few bites she had sustained and now her legs itched like crazy but she couldn't scratch. And, even through all this, she was expected to help continue cleaning. She could barely stand, what with how badly her legs were crying to be scratched at the moment. She didn't want to bother her mum to give her some more of that cream, but she knew she'd have to.
She took off the work gloves and put down the duster, running her hands through her hair frustratedly and then pulling it back into a ponytail. There had to be some way to make this cleaning business more fun, but that they had to clean at all bore testimony to how horrible a house elf Kreacher was. Of course, if Hermione knew she was thinking that, she'd likely be given a dirty look or some defending remark.
She let out a sigh, picking up the duster and work gloves, putting the gloves back on no matter how much she hated how they made her sweat, but it was her mother's way of keeping her from scratching.
She made her way out of the room and to the halls hearing Mrs. Black screeching again. She leaned her back against the wall, sliding down, knees against her chest as she plugged her ears. Today was going just wonderfully...where was Harry or Ron or Hermioine? Sam? Someone to talk to? That woman just needed to stop making a racket! Why did whatever Order member that was have to ring the doorbell?
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Post by Sam Winslow on Nov 4, 2015 19:31:56 GMT -8
Sam waited outside, bouncing on the heels of his feet as he pressed the doorbell again, not being able to hear the portraits line of yelling because of the charm that was placed around the HQ to keep out curious muggles.
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Post by Ginevra Weasley on Nov 4, 2015 19:33:08 GMT -8
Ginny let out a sigh, finally deciding her mum and the rest of the Order members weren't going to answer the door and shut up Mrs. Black who was now getting boisterously loud. "Shut up, will you," she muttered crossly under her breath as she passed by her portrait after going down the stairs, walking over to the door and opening it, seeing Sam standing there.
She let him in, rushing over toward the portrait, struggling to pull that stupid curtain over the stupid portrait, (Why couldn't they just find some way to reverse that spell?) while saying to him, "Hello, Sam. How's your day been?" She pulled the gloves off again, throwing them to the ground, deciding they were getting in the way, finally getting one panel of the curtain over the portrait and moving to work on the other side.
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Post by Sam Winslow on Nov 4, 2015 19:33:09 GMT -8
Sam heard the loud yelling once Ginny opened the doors and put his hands to his ears, rushing over to help her pull the other curtain back over the portrait. "fine, but I think my ears are bleeding thanks to the bloody woman....you?"
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Post by Ginevra Weasley on Nov 4, 2015 19:33:59 GMT -8
"Better now that she's stopped her bloody yelling, thanks," she answered, scratching an itch on her arm absently. "So...here to help with the cleaning day or looking for someone?"
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Post by Sam Winslow on Nov 4, 2015 19:34:22 GMT -8
"Well...." he said looking around at the dingy home that served as the Order HQ, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I was looking for Moody but he doesnt seem to be here, I suppose I could...help....a'little"
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Post by Ginevra Weasley on Nov 4, 2015 19:34:20 GMT -8
"Might as well. Moody just went out not too long ago. Had a little falling out with McGonagall," she said, scratching another itch, only this time around the bite instead of on it, other hand gripping onto the duster she had.
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Post by Sam Winslow on Nov 4, 2015 19:35:29 GMT -8
"Great.." Sam muttered under his breath. Ginny was alright and all but the thought of cleaning a house that was infested with something by the looks of it wasn't very appealing, the fact that he was a lazy arse when it came to things like that probably didn't help matters much either. His flat was a mess, laundry everywhere, old pizza boxes, bowls of yesterdays cereal oddly placed around the house, crumbs everywhere, shoes, books, music...the typical frat boy setting to any muggle "um..so what are we dealing with here?" he decided to ask, eying Ginny's bites...and on top of being lazy he HATED magical little pest
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Post by Ginevra Weasley on Nov 4, 2015 19:36:01 GMT -8
"Well, nettles were in my bed this morning," she said, motioning towards the bites and such on her body, letting out a sigh. "And I believe mum said something about more doxies. Those were a mess to clean during the summer. Turns out the twins pocketed a few, and some got loose and breeded, which is why we have to get rid of the blasted things again."
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Post by Sam Winslow on Nov 4, 2015 19:36:29 GMT -8
"Great...." Sam sighed, he just had to come here now didnt he? Of course he did because he was an idiot! He made a face when Ginny said about the doxies.."nasty little buggers sounds..like.....fun"
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Post by Ginevra Weasley on Nov 4, 2015 19:36:55 GMT -8
"Lots..." Ginny agreed with about the same enthusiasm, shaking her head. "Sometimes I wish they would find a new place. Between all the creatures and Mrs. Black's portrait the Shrieking Shack would probably be an improvement."
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Post by Sam Winslow on Nov 4, 2015 19:37:26 GMT -8
"Oh I dunno…" Sam sad, running his finger along the railing of the staircase he was standing by as he talked, making a face at the amount of dust that collected on his finger and rubbing them together to get rid of it. "its…got a bit of a homey…..feel…"
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Post by Ginevra Weasley on Nov 4, 2015 19:38:04 GMT -8
"Whatever floats your boat," Ginny answered, raising a brow as he made a face at the amount of dust that came off the railing, grabbing a spare duster from against the wall and handing it to Sam. "Here, while you're at it, may as well be person number five to attempt to get that off. It just won't come off...not even with use of 'Scourgify.' Moody nearly blasted the thing off out of rage."
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Post by Sam Winslow on Nov 4, 2015 19:38:43 GMT -8
"I'll pass, I think." Sam said looking at the duster like it was deadly, he didnt want to clean, he didnt clean, if someone came over to his loft they could see that he wasnt good in the cleaning arts.
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Post by Ginevra Weasley on Nov 4, 2015 19:39:01 GMT -8
Ginny let out a sigh. "Alright then," she answered simply. Not much she could do to get the man to clean when he rather obviously didn't want to do so. Men. Always avoided cleaning whenever they could get away with it.
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