Ronni's voice warbled and cracked as she faced the rest of the week as a witch. Ginny's smile widened, "Don't worry, sis. I'll help you make the adjustment." She said the delight in her voice hard to hide, and the potential power over her former big brother something she couldn't hide.
"Oh... and don't worry, Fred and George will protect your virtue, too."
Ronni blushed at the thought she now needed her virtue protected.
"It'll... It'll be easier for Harry to ... to do." Ronni offered uncertainly, patting her bed, as if explaining that proximity was a better argument.
Ginny just smirked, "I don't know that I'd trust him with mine." She gave Harry a lewd, obvious suggestive wink. Relishing the fantasies she was entertaining of finally bedding Harry.
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A soft splatting thud interrupted the conversation before it rose into a screaming argument. Everyone turned their attention towards the noise. Just outside the window a scruffy, ancient, grey owl sat. As they looked on, his beak tapped for entry.
All three of them recognised Errol instantly, Ronni swallowed, as she spotted the deep red envelope clutched in his claws, as he danced on the window sill. A Howler!
Her hands shaking, but knowing waiting wouldn't improve the situation, Ronni opened the window allowing the family owl to hop inside.
Ginny stroked his head and chin, fishing some treats out of a random pocket to reward the creature. Ronni's hands still shook, as she broke the seal.
It flew from her hands forming a face, as the sound of Molly Weasley loudly clearing her throat filled the room.
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