[Pretend she found out where he lives. Okay? Okay. So here is one short and sassy ginger witch who has had Quite Enough of this place and its shenanigans lately and kind of wants a slice of normalcy. She's banging on the door and it's just around dinnertime and— ]
Bolin, get your arse out here or I'm marching off to eat enough food for two people and don't think that I won't!
...ALSO KNOWN AS A HOUSE ON THE BEACH. Because where else would the party animals live. Anyway banging on a door seems to be the preferred method of getting Bolin's attention in the City. GEEZ PEOPLE. YOU'RE LUCKY HE HAPPENED TO BE RAIDING THE KITCHEN WHEN YOU KNOCKED GINNY.
Once he recognizes her voice, he all but flings the door open and tumbles out.]
[And she promptly hauls him in for a hug, because even though she's smaller than him, she's still got a surprising amount of... surprise... behind her and she makes good on all her promises. So here's a firm, lingering hug, which she draws back from with her hands on either side of his face, tipping it down to look at her, brows raised and expression brooking no argument.]
One hug: done. Dinner next. Never say a Weasley doesn't keep her promises. [AND TUGGING ON HIS ARM.] Let's go.
[Well. He knows she promised him a hug. But what she wound up giving him was a lot more than just a plain old hug. A lot more. So by the time she releases him and starts towing him off to who knows where, he is as red as a tomato and has two left feet.
CALL HIM CRAZY, BUT HE'S PRETTY SURE GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS DON'T HUG THEIR GUY FRIENDS THE WAY SHE JUST HUGGED HIM, OKAY.]
[Clearly Bolin has never quite experienced Ginny Weasley at her finest because this is just how she rolls. Wildly affectionate, open, headstrong. And maybe she's flustering him but she's grinning as she approaches her waiting broom, hovering just at the edge where the forest meets the beach.]
Alright. [She turns to face him.] You trust me, right? [She releases him and swings a leg over her broom, waiting for him to climb on behind her.] I've never dropped anyone or anything. Promise.
[No, clearly he hasn't. And if she's not careful- this amazing whirlwind of a girl -she's going to find herself crushed on by an earthbending doofus who had his heart broken not too long ago. (He's over it- he has to be, since it's Korra. And his brother. Double ouch.)
In any case, the sight of the broomstick brings back a City memory with almost gut-punching clarity, which snaps him out of his awkwardness.]
Hey, hey, hey! I remember this! Flying lessons! You taught me all I know of the fine art of airborne broom travel. [He wipes away an imaginary tear, then clambers onto the broom.] Ginny, I trust you with my life.
[Her smile broadens, hands curling around the handle of her broom, pleased that once in a while the City actually lets these things turn out alright, lets friendships come back with memories. Too often, she's had to let the past go because someone's told her that they aren't who she remembers, that they can't be the same person. It's exhausting. The whole place is exhausting, so to have this reprieve helps.]
Then hang on.
[She pulls up on the handle and the broom rises into the air, a smooth ascent that brings them up above the treeline, and she brings a hand up to pull her braid over her shoulder so the wind doesn't whip it everywhere, calling back,]
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Bolin, get your arse out here or I'm marching off to eat enough food for two people and don't think that I won't!
OH GEEZ HIS BODY WASN'T READY
...ALSO KNOWN AS A HOUSE ON THE BEACH. Because where else would the party animals live. Anyway banging on a door seems to be the preferred method of getting Bolin's attention in the City. GEEZ PEOPLE. YOU'RE LUCKY HE HAPPENED TO BE RAIDING THE KITCHEN WHEN YOU KNOCKED GINNY.
Once he recognizes her voice, he all but flings the door open and tumbles out.]
One Bolin, present and accounted for! [salute!]
COME HERE BABY
One hug: done. Dinner next. Never say a Weasley doesn't keep her promises. [AND TUGGING ON HIS ARM.] Let's go.
HERE I AAAAAAAAAAAM
CALL HIM CRAZY, BUT HE'S PRETTY SURE GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS DON'T HUG THEIR GUY FRIENDS THE WAY SHE JUST HUGGED HIM, OKAY.]
Um. We- yes. Yes! Let us. Away.
bolin honestly
Alright. [She turns to face him.] You trust me, right? [She releases him and swings a leg over her broom, waiting for him to climb on behind her.] I've never dropped anyone or anything. Promise.
he's not used to girls doing that to him ok
In any case, the sight of the broomstick brings back a City memory with almost gut-punching clarity, which snaps him out of his awkwardness.]
Hey, hey, hey! I remember this! Flying lessons! You taught me all I know of the fine art of airborne broom travel. [He wipes away an imaginary tear, then clambers onto the broom.] Ginny, I trust you with my life.
just screaming and flinging clothes oic
Then hang on.
[She pulls up on the handle and the broom rises into the air, a smooth ascent that brings them up above the treeline, and she brings a hand up to pull her braid over her shoulder so the wind doesn't whip it everywhere, calling back,]
Right, then, you pick where we go.