a/n – Alloo! I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but between writer's block and sleeping, I've not had nearly enough time for more. But lo-ho-ho, dear readers, I'm writing more, so stay tuned!
P.S. Me no own these characters—J.K. Rowling does.
"Doing laundry has a tendency to fix everything."
"You sound like your mum."
"It does! Agree with me, Hermione." Ginny hauled a rucksack into the laundry room, closely followed by an equally burdened Hermione.
"Aguamenti," murmured Ginny into the washing basin in the corner of the room. Water flowed into it from her wand, steaming in the self-heating tub.
"I managed to fit a lot in that purse," marveled Hermione, dumping the contents of Ron's out on the floor. "We should probably sort out these, we stuffed all kinds of stuff in here," she sighed. The girls kneeled gingerly around the piles of clothes and proceeded to rifle through them, fishing through the pockets and occasionally sorting out various items from the wrinkly heap.
"When are you guys going to tell me what you've been doing?" piped Ginny tiredly as she heaved a load of clothes into the tub and willed it to stir with a few. It was indeed a question she was bored of asking.
"I've told you," moaned Hermione, "Me, Harry, and Ron agreed we'd let everyone know when we're ready."
"Don't pretend I'm the only one who's looking forward to that day." Ginny hauled Harry's rucksack into the room—it was the last of the bunch and fabric of the bag itself seemed to be in need of a wash as well. The clothes came crashing down with a short phmph! Ginny shook it once more to release the items stowed at the bottom.
A hefty book smacked down on the pile. Hermione snatched it curiously and held it up to a small chink in the wall of the dim laundry room: she was immediately absorbed in a fit of giggles.
"Give me that!" Ginny pried it from her hands. Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches—her jaw dropped.