"Well, you're disgustingly cheerful this morning," Fred said as Virginia
hummed and bounced around the kitchen. "Care to explain why?"
"Don't tell me you forgot the date. Draco's coming today, a hey, hey!" Virginia bounced out of the room and up the stairs. Fred looked at George solemnly.
"We must restrain our urges as big brothers to pound him as is our right. Ginny seems to like the slimy Slytherin, and would be most adverse to losing him."
"Doesn't mean we don't cling to her like a second skin and make sure he doesn't do anything." George pointed out and continued to inhale his breakfast. "Morning, Ron." Ron stumbled down the stairs, bleary eyed.
"Why is Ginny so happy?"
"Her boyfriend's coming over. And if you ruin this for her because of a silly school boy grudge, we'll lock you in your room for the duration of his visit." Fred gave Ron a stern glare. "Morning, Percy." He turned back to his breakfast as Percy came pompously down the stairs in his business robes.
"Morning, everyone. I just have time to have a cup of tea and then I have to run." Percy poured himself a cup from the waiting pot and sipped it with an expression of pleasure. "Ah."
"Oh, sod." A disgusted voice came from the fireplace, followed by a fit of coughing. "Damn, damn, damn. Please tell me that at the very least I'm in the right place." Draco stumbled out of the Burrow's fireplace, brushing green ash from his black robes. "I hate the Floo with a passion. They need to update the spells for sure." He shook his head roughly and his hair became slightly less green, and more the original icy blond. "Ah, I should say hello now, shouldn't I?"
"Morning, Malfoy. Have you had breakfast?" Fred returned to his constantly interrupted breakfast.
"I have, thanks for offering though." Draco hesitated at the edge of the fireplace.
"So, come in and sit down. Ginny'll be down any minute." Draco nodded and sat in one of the large comfortable armchairs, sinking into it slightly. "Ron, stop glaring." George reproved his younger brother. "It's not polite."
"I'm allowed to glare." Ron muttered mutinously. "Older brother rights."
Draco sneered at Ron. "Sod off, Weasley. I'm invited, and while I'm sure Cin would jump up and down with joy if you gave me a reason to thrash you, I'm being polite." He lounged back into the chair, and then sneezed. "Damn it."
"Ferret!" Virginia ran down the stairs and pushed past Percy as Draco got up from his chair, smiling.
"Close your eyes and held out your hands." Virginia obediently closed her eyes and held out her hands, palms up. Draco scooped a small silver gray kitten out of his pocket and placed it gently in her hands. Virginia opened her eyes in surprise as the squirming ball of fluff mewed protestingly and then licked her hand with a rough tongue. "She's yours. Merry Christmas." Virginia caressed the kitten ecstatically and cooed to it, the small creature responding with happy buzzing. "You said you didn't have a familiar, and you won't accept the presents I wanted to give you, so." Draco trailed off and she shut him up by kissing him firmly.
"She's beautiful. I love her. Don't apologise. You need a shower, c'mon." She turned and walked up the stairs. "You can borrow one of Ron's robes."
"I don't think they'd fit." Draco followed her docilely, after shooting Ron a glare that contained promise of numerous tortures if Ron ever breathed a word. "Don't worry, I'm wearing my muggle clothes under this. If I can just wash my hair out and take my robes off, I'll be fine."
"Fine. Bathroom, there, towels are in the cupboard under the sink." Virginia gave him a little shove into the bathroom and Draco closed the door, leant against it and took a deep breath. Right. Why was this place making him act (ugh) nice? All friendly and tamed. Damn it, he was Draco Malfoy. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, and frowned at the green dust that covered it. Well, it was rather hard to act superior when you're continually coughing and your hair looks like a bad dye job. So, get cleaned up and then go impress the yokels. Draco gave a short laugh and started to do as the little voice in his head told him.
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, Virginia downstairs was having a few more problems. "Ron, quit it. Or there will be spiders in your room. Big black fuzzy ones with lots of legs. Get *over* it. Draco wants to go out, we'll go out. It's not like we haven't been put of your sight before, and guess what? My virginity's still all intacted so shut up!" She gave her now stuttering older brother a lethal glare. "Morning, Mum." She turned to her mother and gave her a hug. "Can I kill Ron later? Oh, look what Draco gave me for a Christmas present!" She scooped up the kitten from where she was investigating an interesting piece of string and presented her to Mrs. Weasley. "She's a Slytherin kitten, see? Sliver fur, green eyes, and she's gorgeous, aren't you sweety?"
"So Draco's here already. Where is he?"
"Upstairs having a shower. The Floo did something that turned him all green and dust covered." Virginia put the kitten on the floor and it scampered off to investigate more things.
"The poor dear."
"Mum, please do not refer to Draco as a poor dear in his hearing if you wish to remain my mother. He's evil, and I like him that way." Virginia bounced up the stairs, grinning. "And Percy, be a dear and go to work so you don't embarrass me further with your bad fashion sense. Besides the fact that you're still obviously living at home. Which is sad and pathetic and all round kinda depressing." She started singing as she bounced into her room to get changed out of her slumming clothes and into her 'impress Draco and anyone else who's got eyes' clothes. "Always see it on TV, or read it in the magazines, celebrities want sympathy! All they do is piss and moan, inside the Rolling Stones, talking about how hard life can be. I'd like to see them spend a week, living life out on the street, I don't think they would survive." She pulled her top over her head, and slammed the door closed with one foot as she rummaged in a drawer for a new top. "Lifestyles of the rich and famous, they're always complaining, always complaining..." She dragged a black singlet top over her head and wriggled into her new black suede pants, still absentmindedly singing the song. And then another voice joined hers, and she turned to see Draco standing in the doorway, wearing his Spike outfit, hair clinging damply to the sides of his face.
"They would stumble and they would fall, they would fall." He danced into the room, smirking that sexy grin that made her want to kiss him and was trademarked under the Malfoy name. She matched his moves as the two of them sang, in the cramped room that she slept in. "If money is such a problem, we got so many problems, think I could solve them, lifestyles of the rich and the famous, we'll take clothes, cash, cars and homes, just stop complaining, lifestyles of the rich and famous, lifestyles of the rich and famous, lifestyles of the rich and famous."
"Well, now I've seen everything." Ron commentated sourly as he passed the door. "Malfoy singing a muggle song and dressed in muggle clothes."
"Sod off, Ron." The two called out and Ron glared at them and went. Virginia reached over and turned on her CD player as Draco collapsed onto her bed, and damn if he didn't look pretty good there. He put his hands above his head and crossed one foot above the other, black Docs looking very prominent.
"So what do we do with your brother?"
"Hunt him down with point-ed sticks." Virginia started dancing again to her Avril album, the first one, as she put on her silver chain links belt.
"What are you doing so far away then?" Draco reached out a long arm and pulled her down onto the bed. They kissed for a while. Only to be interrupted by a loud cough.
"What?" Virginia snarled at Fred.
"Warning, Mum's coming up the stairs." Fred grinned as Virginia scrambled off the bed and started hastily re-arranging her clothing, cursing softly.
"Don't look at me, she knew the words before I talked to her." Draco said defensively, raising his hands in the universal sign of 'I come in peace, so please don't shoot me.'
"Feet off the bed." Fred added before leaving. "And don't touch my baby sister again, or I may be forced to re-think us letting you stay here."
"Fred, I would kick you so hard it would dislodge the baby dragon you've got hidden up there." Virginia glared at her brother as Draco sighed and inched down the bed so his feet hung entirely off it. She turned and picked something up off her dresser, handed it to Draco. "Merry belated Christmas." Draco sat up and took the gaily wrapped rectangle off her.
"It's only the 28th, so it's not so belated. And I only gave you yours today, so." Draco opened the small wrapped present and curiously opened the small green and silver covered book, which had red and gold flowers embroidered on it in swirling patterns. A photo album. Pictures of him and Cin, arms wrapped around each other, laughing, or growling at whoever took the photos. Some of just him, some of just Cin. "Cin, when did you get these taken?" His eyes danced over the pictures greedily as he turned pages. There were even some of him and Cin in vampire mode.
"I got Creevey to take them for me. It took a bit of explaining by me to for him to realize that yes, I wanted him to take photos, no, I wanted them muggle style not moving and yes, we would continue to chase him away, because I wanted it to be a surprise. Some I got off other people. Do you like it?" She sounded worried, so while he continued to study them, he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap.
"I love it. Where do you want to go?"
"I dunno, let's just go to Diagon Alley, and slip into muggle London, sound good?"
"Sounds great." Virginia got off his lap and the two of them trooped down the stairs. "Morning, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley." Draco said politely as the pair went to the fireplace.
"So, where are you two off to?" Molly asked briskly as she served her husband his breakfast.
"Morning, Ginny." Virginia went over to Arthur and kissed his cheek.
"Morning, Dad. We're going out, to London, we'll stay in Diagon Alley at all times, is that alright?" Virginia fluttered her eyelashes at her father and he laughed fondly.
"As long as it's alright with your mother." Virginia turned to her mother and made outrageous puppy eyes.
"Puh-leeze?"
"I'll look after her, Mrs. Weasley. There are *very* few people who are willing to tangle with the Malfoys. And if anyone hurt Cin, there'd be hell to pay."
"Aw, Ferret, you say such the nicest things. So can we go?"
"Alright. But stay in Diagon Alley."
"Yes, Mum. C'mon, let's go!" Virginia grabbed Draco's hand and went to the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!" She threw the handful of Floo powder down and vanished.
Draco half bowed to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, waved at Fred and George, who waved back and ignored the sulking Ron. "Diagon Alley!" And he quickly followed Virginia.
~*~*~*~
Virginia waved cheerily at Tom behind the bar, hand laced in Draco's as they slipped out the Leaky Cauldron into muggle London. "See ya, Tom!" Then she noticed the whispers, sighed and halted. "Yes, I'm Ginny Weasley, and yes, that is Draco Malfoy. He's my boyfriend, and I'm his girlfriend. Get over it already, this is worse then school. Or not, because Harry keeps trying and failing to beat up Draco." She snickered at the expressions on their faces as they left, arms wrapped around each other. "Jeez, you'd think two people had never gone out before, the amount of stares we get." She commentated crossly to Draco as the two of them left the pub behind them.
"It's a shock, what can I say?" Draco laughed as they blended into the muggles crowding the streets. "And we make such an odd couple." He nuzzled into her neck playfully and then flipped the finger at a guy who wolf whistled. Virginia just laughed, and pulled his head back down for a kiss. "So, where are we going?" Virginia's eyes lit up in unholy anticipation, and Draco wondered uneasily just what exactly he had let himself in for.
She dragged him in and out of shops, steadfastly refusing to let him buy anything, but trying on clothes and listening to CDs, playing games and pointing out different muggle objects. Draco's head whirled as she tried to introduce him into the vagaries and plethora of modern muggle youth culture. He was confused. These muggle teens had so many different cultures running through them, so many different ideas and ways of expression. . . More then one sport made it interesting as well. This. . .football sounded interesting. No brooms, and it was all played on the ground with one ball, but from the muggle TV sets, it looked like an interesting and difficult game.
Virginia finally let him sit down in a Starbucks. "So, what do you think?"
"I think muggles have peculiarly short attention spans. And what is a frappachino?" Draco swiveled in his seat and stared at the menu board.
"Ooh, now you're in for a treat." Virginia declared gleefully as she got up to order him a drink.
"Let me pay."
"No. You can pay for lunch, and I'll pay for our coffees. It's even." She patted his hand and went up to the counter. In a few minutes, she came back bearing a faintly steaming mug of coffee and a grande frappachino. "You like chocolate and coconut, right?" Virginia asked worriedly as she set the iced confection in front of him. He nodded and sipped cautiously on the straw inserted through the lid, then his expression brightened as he tasted it. "So it's good?"
"It's very nice. What is it again?"
"A mocha Bounty frappachino. It's coffee and dark chocolate with coconut and all blended into iced cream. It's good, hey? I just have my normal coffee, and let you try the exotic things for now." They sipped in companionable silence for a few moments, and then started to talk. They really hadn't had that much time to talk, when everyone wasn't watching them and times alone had usually been spent in make out sessions. It was good. Eventually, they Flooed back to their houses, Virginia promising letters and Draco saying he would try, honestly. She smiled and sent him on his way with a kiss before stepping into the Floo herself. She floated up to her bedroom, beatific smile on her face.
"I'm assuming it was fun, yeah?" Fred asked loudly.
"Better then fun. It was of the good." Virginia waved at her family before entering her bedroom and sprawling on her bed happily. Squeeee! She thought to herself, she contained so much bliss!
"Don't tell me you forgot the date. Draco's coming today, a hey, hey!" Virginia bounced out of the room and up the stairs. Fred looked at George solemnly.
"We must restrain our urges as big brothers to pound him as is our right. Ginny seems to like the slimy Slytherin, and would be most adverse to losing him."
"Doesn't mean we don't cling to her like a second skin and make sure he doesn't do anything." George pointed out and continued to inhale his breakfast. "Morning, Ron." Ron stumbled down the stairs, bleary eyed.
"Why is Ginny so happy?"
"Her boyfriend's coming over. And if you ruin this for her because of a silly school boy grudge, we'll lock you in your room for the duration of his visit." Fred gave Ron a stern glare. "Morning, Percy." He turned back to his breakfast as Percy came pompously down the stairs in his business robes.
"Morning, everyone. I just have time to have a cup of tea and then I have to run." Percy poured himself a cup from the waiting pot and sipped it with an expression of pleasure. "Ah."
"Oh, sod." A disgusted voice came from the fireplace, followed by a fit of coughing. "Damn, damn, damn. Please tell me that at the very least I'm in the right place." Draco stumbled out of the Burrow's fireplace, brushing green ash from his black robes. "I hate the Floo with a passion. They need to update the spells for sure." He shook his head roughly and his hair became slightly less green, and more the original icy blond. "Ah, I should say hello now, shouldn't I?"
"Morning, Malfoy. Have you had breakfast?" Fred returned to his constantly interrupted breakfast.
"I have, thanks for offering though." Draco hesitated at the edge of the fireplace.
"So, come in and sit down. Ginny'll be down any minute." Draco nodded and sat in one of the large comfortable armchairs, sinking into it slightly. "Ron, stop glaring." George reproved his younger brother. "It's not polite."
"I'm allowed to glare." Ron muttered mutinously. "Older brother rights."
Draco sneered at Ron. "Sod off, Weasley. I'm invited, and while I'm sure Cin would jump up and down with joy if you gave me a reason to thrash you, I'm being polite." He lounged back into the chair, and then sneezed. "Damn it."
"Ferret!" Virginia ran down the stairs and pushed past Percy as Draco got up from his chair, smiling.
"Close your eyes and held out your hands." Virginia obediently closed her eyes and held out her hands, palms up. Draco scooped a small silver gray kitten out of his pocket and placed it gently in her hands. Virginia opened her eyes in surprise as the squirming ball of fluff mewed protestingly and then licked her hand with a rough tongue. "She's yours. Merry Christmas." Virginia caressed the kitten ecstatically and cooed to it, the small creature responding with happy buzzing. "You said you didn't have a familiar, and you won't accept the presents I wanted to give you, so." Draco trailed off and she shut him up by kissing him firmly.
"She's beautiful. I love her. Don't apologise. You need a shower, c'mon." She turned and walked up the stairs. "You can borrow one of Ron's robes."
"I don't think they'd fit." Draco followed her docilely, after shooting Ron a glare that contained promise of numerous tortures if Ron ever breathed a word. "Don't worry, I'm wearing my muggle clothes under this. If I can just wash my hair out and take my robes off, I'll be fine."
"Fine. Bathroom, there, towels are in the cupboard under the sink." Virginia gave him a little shove into the bathroom and Draco closed the door, leant against it and took a deep breath. Right. Why was this place making him act (ugh) nice? All friendly and tamed. Damn it, he was Draco Malfoy. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, and frowned at the green dust that covered it. Well, it was rather hard to act superior when you're continually coughing and your hair looks like a bad dye job. So, get cleaned up and then go impress the yokels. Draco gave a short laugh and started to do as the little voice in his head told him.
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, Virginia downstairs was having a few more problems. "Ron, quit it. Or there will be spiders in your room. Big black fuzzy ones with lots of legs. Get *over* it. Draco wants to go out, we'll go out. It's not like we haven't been put of your sight before, and guess what? My virginity's still all intacted so shut up!" She gave her now stuttering older brother a lethal glare. "Morning, Mum." She turned to her mother and gave her a hug. "Can I kill Ron later? Oh, look what Draco gave me for a Christmas present!" She scooped up the kitten from where she was investigating an interesting piece of string and presented her to Mrs. Weasley. "She's a Slytherin kitten, see? Sliver fur, green eyes, and she's gorgeous, aren't you sweety?"
"So Draco's here already. Where is he?"
"Upstairs having a shower. The Floo did something that turned him all green and dust covered." Virginia put the kitten on the floor and it scampered off to investigate more things.
"The poor dear."
"Mum, please do not refer to Draco as a poor dear in his hearing if you wish to remain my mother. He's evil, and I like him that way." Virginia bounced up the stairs, grinning. "And Percy, be a dear and go to work so you don't embarrass me further with your bad fashion sense. Besides the fact that you're still obviously living at home. Which is sad and pathetic and all round kinda depressing." She started singing as she bounced into her room to get changed out of her slumming clothes and into her 'impress Draco and anyone else who's got eyes' clothes. "Always see it on TV, or read it in the magazines, celebrities want sympathy! All they do is piss and moan, inside the Rolling Stones, talking about how hard life can be. I'd like to see them spend a week, living life out on the street, I don't think they would survive." She pulled her top over her head, and slammed the door closed with one foot as she rummaged in a drawer for a new top. "Lifestyles of the rich and famous, they're always complaining, always complaining..." She dragged a black singlet top over her head and wriggled into her new black suede pants, still absentmindedly singing the song. And then another voice joined hers, and she turned to see Draco standing in the doorway, wearing his Spike outfit, hair clinging damply to the sides of his face.
"They would stumble and they would fall, they would fall." He danced into the room, smirking that sexy grin that made her want to kiss him and was trademarked under the Malfoy name. She matched his moves as the two of them sang, in the cramped room that she slept in. "If money is such a problem, we got so many problems, think I could solve them, lifestyles of the rich and the famous, we'll take clothes, cash, cars and homes, just stop complaining, lifestyles of the rich and famous, lifestyles of the rich and famous, lifestyles of the rich and famous."
"Well, now I've seen everything." Ron commentated sourly as he passed the door. "Malfoy singing a muggle song and dressed in muggle clothes."
"Sod off, Ron." The two called out and Ron glared at them and went. Virginia reached over and turned on her CD player as Draco collapsed onto her bed, and damn if he didn't look pretty good there. He put his hands above his head and crossed one foot above the other, black Docs looking very prominent.
"So what do we do with your brother?"
"Hunt him down with point-ed sticks." Virginia started dancing again to her Avril album, the first one, as she put on her silver chain links belt.
"What are you doing so far away then?" Draco reached out a long arm and pulled her down onto the bed. They kissed for a while. Only to be interrupted by a loud cough.
"What?" Virginia snarled at Fred.
"Warning, Mum's coming up the stairs." Fred grinned as Virginia scrambled off the bed and started hastily re-arranging her clothing, cursing softly.
"Don't look at me, she knew the words before I talked to her." Draco said defensively, raising his hands in the universal sign of 'I come in peace, so please don't shoot me.'
"Feet off the bed." Fred added before leaving. "And don't touch my baby sister again, or I may be forced to re-think us letting you stay here."
"Fred, I would kick you so hard it would dislodge the baby dragon you've got hidden up there." Virginia glared at her brother as Draco sighed and inched down the bed so his feet hung entirely off it. She turned and picked something up off her dresser, handed it to Draco. "Merry belated Christmas." Draco sat up and took the gaily wrapped rectangle off her.
"It's only the 28th, so it's not so belated. And I only gave you yours today, so." Draco opened the small wrapped present and curiously opened the small green and silver covered book, which had red and gold flowers embroidered on it in swirling patterns. A photo album. Pictures of him and Cin, arms wrapped around each other, laughing, or growling at whoever took the photos. Some of just him, some of just Cin. "Cin, when did you get these taken?" His eyes danced over the pictures greedily as he turned pages. There were even some of him and Cin in vampire mode.
"I got Creevey to take them for me. It took a bit of explaining by me to for him to realize that yes, I wanted him to take photos, no, I wanted them muggle style not moving and yes, we would continue to chase him away, because I wanted it to be a surprise. Some I got off other people. Do you like it?" She sounded worried, so while he continued to study them, he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap.
"I love it. Where do you want to go?"
"I dunno, let's just go to Diagon Alley, and slip into muggle London, sound good?"
"Sounds great." Virginia got off his lap and the two of them trooped down the stairs. "Morning, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley." Draco said politely as the pair went to the fireplace.
"So, where are you two off to?" Molly asked briskly as she served her husband his breakfast.
"Morning, Ginny." Virginia went over to Arthur and kissed his cheek.
"Morning, Dad. We're going out, to London, we'll stay in Diagon Alley at all times, is that alright?" Virginia fluttered her eyelashes at her father and he laughed fondly.
"As long as it's alright with your mother." Virginia turned to her mother and made outrageous puppy eyes.
"Puh-leeze?"
"I'll look after her, Mrs. Weasley. There are *very* few people who are willing to tangle with the Malfoys. And if anyone hurt Cin, there'd be hell to pay."
"Aw, Ferret, you say such the nicest things. So can we go?"
"Alright. But stay in Diagon Alley."
"Yes, Mum. C'mon, let's go!" Virginia grabbed Draco's hand and went to the fireplace. "Diagon Alley!" She threw the handful of Floo powder down and vanished.
Draco half bowed to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, waved at Fred and George, who waved back and ignored the sulking Ron. "Diagon Alley!" And he quickly followed Virginia.
~*~*~*~
Virginia waved cheerily at Tom behind the bar, hand laced in Draco's as they slipped out the Leaky Cauldron into muggle London. "See ya, Tom!" Then she noticed the whispers, sighed and halted. "Yes, I'm Ginny Weasley, and yes, that is Draco Malfoy. He's my boyfriend, and I'm his girlfriend. Get over it already, this is worse then school. Or not, because Harry keeps trying and failing to beat up Draco." She snickered at the expressions on their faces as they left, arms wrapped around each other. "Jeez, you'd think two people had never gone out before, the amount of stares we get." She commentated crossly to Draco as the two of them left the pub behind them.
"It's a shock, what can I say?" Draco laughed as they blended into the muggles crowding the streets. "And we make such an odd couple." He nuzzled into her neck playfully and then flipped the finger at a guy who wolf whistled. Virginia just laughed, and pulled his head back down for a kiss. "So, where are we going?" Virginia's eyes lit up in unholy anticipation, and Draco wondered uneasily just what exactly he had let himself in for.
She dragged him in and out of shops, steadfastly refusing to let him buy anything, but trying on clothes and listening to CDs, playing games and pointing out different muggle objects. Draco's head whirled as she tried to introduce him into the vagaries and plethora of modern muggle youth culture. He was confused. These muggle teens had so many different cultures running through them, so many different ideas and ways of expression. . . More then one sport made it interesting as well. This. . .football sounded interesting. No brooms, and it was all played on the ground with one ball, but from the muggle TV sets, it looked like an interesting and difficult game.
Virginia finally let him sit down in a Starbucks. "So, what do you think?"
"I think muggles have peculiarly short attention spans. And what is a frappachino?" Draco swiveled in his seat and stared at the menu board.
"Ooh, now you're in for a treat." Virginia declared gleefully as she got up to order him a drink.
"Let me pay."
"No. You can pay for lunch, and I'll pay for our coffees. It's even." She patted his hand and went up to the counter. In a few minutes, she came back bearing a faintly steaming mug of coffee and a grande frappachino. "You like chocolate and coconut, right?" Virginia asked worriedly as she set the iced confection in front of him. He nodded and sipped cautiously on the straw inserted through the lid, then his expression brightened as he tasted it. "So it's good?"
"It's very nice. What is it again?"
"A mocha Bounty frappachino. It's coffee and dark chocolate with coconut and all blended into iced cream. It's good, hey? I just have my normal coffee, and let you try the exotic things for now." They sipped in companionable silence for a few moments, and then started to talk. They really hadn't had that much time to talk, when everyone wasn't watching them and times alone had usually been spent in make out sessions. It was good. Eventually, they Flooed back to their houses, Virginia promising letters and Draco saying he would try, honestly. She smiled and sent him on his way with a kiss before stepping into the Floo herself. She floated up to her bedroom, beatific smile on her face.
"I'm assuming it was fun, yeah?" Fred asked loudly.
"Better then fun. It was of the good." Virginia waved at her family before entering her bedroom and sprawling on her bed happily. Squeeee! She thought to herself, she contained so much bliss!