Note to Jo: Yeah, I think we've created a monster…fluff bunny. ;) Fun,
though, isn't it? Did you have fun in France? Oh, and the view for this
chapter? Ginny, but it turns Hermione, because I couldn't continue it.
Sorry!
Note to the readers and reviewers: Hey, if you're just starting to read our story now, please be aware that I'm writing with Hazelline. So, we both have "Just Call Me Angel of The Morning"-s and she posted the epologue on her name, I posted the first chapter on mine, she posted the second…and it just keeps alternating. This is the way it's gonna be. Okay? Just it keeps jumping around. Also, sorry that I've not posted for so long. I didn't realize Jo had posted another chapter until recently and then I had writer's block! Grrr… (Thanks for reading.)
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Ginny placed the receiver in its cradle with a definitive "click".
~*~*~*~
At the end of the first year of the war, it had been clear that communications needed some drastic changes.
Death Eaters had been intercepting owls every minute.
Then, a Muggle-born had suggested using the telephone.
The Ministry had jumped on this idea at once and had started charming telephones so that Death Eaters couldn't overhear confidential conversations.
Telephone Communications class had quickly replaced History of Magic in Hogwarts schedules.
The Ministry had set up free seminars on telephone use for members of the Order of the Phoenix.
Using this new method of communication, the Order had prevailed; the war ended, but the wizarding community still continued to use the telephone.
~*~*~*~
Ginny plopped onto the nearest chair and rested his head on his hands. God, what was going on in there? Why was Hermione jibbering so frantically? Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She straightened up and clipped to the kitchen, where Harry was shakily sipping a mug of tea that she'd made him. It was a small kitchen, but it was warm and inviting. Most Weasley kitchens, it seemed, were like that.
"Gin, I'm going to Apparate over to St. Mungos and find out what's going on." It was as if he had read her mind.
Ginny immediately went to the opposite wall and pulled on her cloak.
"I'm coming too."
Before he had time to argue, she was gone with a small 'pop', closely followed by one of his own.
~*~*~*~
Hermione was sitting on a semi-comfortable chair in Ron's room, watching him breathe peacefully. Every couple of breaths, he would twitch his nose irritably. The effects of the Sleeping Draught had taken instant effect, and for that, Hermione was glad. She still had to find a way to break the news to him.
Some voices could be heard outside the door. They seemed to be arguing with one another, and an unmistakable female voice swore loudly. A voice (Ginny's, Hermione recognized it instantly) yelped in surprise, but quickly resumed tormenting some poor nurse's assistant.
The door swept open, and a harassed looking Ginny strode in, apparently annoyed with the security. Harry shut the door quietly behind them, quite impressed.
"Hermione, what's going on here? How is Ron?"
"Ron's fine, Ginny, but… he might not be able to play Quidditch any more."
"Does he know yet?" asked Harry.
"No. I don't know how to tell him. I just… can't."
Harry was about to answer, when the door burst open. In came Molly Weasley, who rushed to her son's side in tears. Arthur wasn't far behind, restraining her from hysterics. Then, the twins bounded in, setting up traps on the posts of Ron's bed and chairs. Hermione could only imagine what was going to happen to some unsuspecting nurse.
Charlie Apparated right in the room, and he joined his parents at the side of Ron's bed, after making a few distracted courtesies to Harry and Hermione. Ginny rolled her eyes at him. Bill, if anyone had looked, could be found outside, failing miserably in an attempt to get at his brother's room. Apparently, a few girls were trying to give him their numbers, only to be disappointed as he announced that he was engaged.
Hermione was then assigned to the task of re-telling the events of the day to her future family members, which she wasn't quite looking forward to.
Note to the readers and reviewers: Hey, if you're just starting to read our story now, please be aware that I'm writing with Hazelline. So, we both have "Just Call Me Angel of The Morning"-s and she posted the epologue on her name, I posted the first chapter on mine, she posted the second…and it just keeps alternating. This is the way it's gonna be. Okay? Just it keeps jumping around. Also, sorry that I've not posted for so long. I didn't realize Jo had posted another chapter until recently and then I had writer's block! Grrr… (Thanks for reading.)
____________________________________________________________________________ __
Ginny placed the receiver in its cradle with a definitive "click".
~*~*~*~
At the end of the first year of the war, it had been clear that communications needed some drastic changes.
Death Eaters had been intercepting owls every minute.
Then, a Muggle-born had suggested using the telephone.
The Ministry had jumped on this idea at once and had started charming telephones so that Death Eaters couldn't overhear confidential conversations.
Telephone Communications class had quickly replaced History of Magic in Hogwarts schedules.
The Ministry had set up free seminars on telephone use for members of the Order of the Phoenix.
Using this new method of communication, the Order had prevailed; the war ended, but the wizarding community still continued to use the telephone.
~*~*~*~
Ginny plopped onto the nearest chair and rested his head on his hands. God, what was going on in there? Why was Hermione jibbering so frantically? Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She straightened up and clipped to the kitchen, where Harry was shakily sipping a mug of tea that she'd made him. It was a small kitchen, but it was warm and inviting. Most Weasley kitchens, it seemed, were like that.
"Gin, I'm going to Apparate over to St. Mungos and find out what's going on." It was as if he had read her mind.
Ginny immediately went to the opposite wall and pulled on her cloak.
"I'm coming too."
Before he had time to argue, she was gone with a small 'pop', closely followed by one of his own.
~*~*~*~
Hermione was sitting on a semi-comfortable chair in Ron's room, watching him breathe peacefully. Every couple of breaths, he would twitch his nose irritably. The effects of the Sleeping Draught had taken instant effect, and for that, Hermione was glad. She still had to find a way to break the news to him.
Some voices could be heard outside the door. They seemed to be arguing with one another, and an unmistakable female voice swore loudly. A voice (Ginny's, Hermione recognized it instantly) yelped in surprise, but quickly resumed tormenting some poor nurse's assistant.
The door swept open, and a harassed looking Ginny strode in, apparently annoyed with the security. Harry shut the door quietly behind them, quite impressed.
"Hermione, what's going on here? How is Ron?"
"Ron's fine, Ginny, but… he might not be able to play Quidditch any more."
"Does he know yet?" asked Harry.
"No. I don't know how to tell him. I just… can't."
Harry was about to answer, when the door burst open. In came Molly Weasley, who rushed to her son's side in tears. Arthur wasn't far behind, restraining her from hysterics. Then, the twins bounded in, setting up traps on the posts of Ron's bed and chairs. Hermione could only imagine what was going to happen to some unsuspecting nurse.
Charlie Apparated right in the room, and he joined his parents at the side of Ron's bed, after making a few distracted courtesies to Harry and Hermione. Ginny rolled her eyes at him. Bill, if anyone had looked, could be found outside, failing miserably in an attempt to get at his brother's room. Apparently, a few girls were trying to give him their numbers, only to be disappointed as he announced that he was engaged.
Hermione was then assigned to the task of re-telling the events of the day to her future family members, which she wasn't quite looking forward to.