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"...Dobby!" said Ginny proudly at the confused look she was getting from Timothy and the thundering laughter from Shacklebolt.
"What is a dobby?" asked Timothy. Shaklebolt, who was already trying to catch his breath, burst into more laughter.
Ginny was giggling too, but inhaled enough air to explain who Dobby was to Timothy.
"You...are...good!" wheezed Shaklebolt once he was back in his chair.
Ginny smiled defiantly again, and thanked the red-faced Shakelbolt.
"So, you are going to tell this house-elf to look after a potentionally dangerous DADA teacher?" asked Timothy, getting this straight.
Ginny nodded.
Shaklebolt spoke up, "Well, I'll go tell Mad-Eye then. Nice work, Ginny."
She nodded again, and heard Shacklebolt stumble down the stairs, still laughing.
Timothy stood up. "So, why is Shacklebolt here all the time? I thought this was your house."
Ginny winced. "Timothy, uh, Shacklebolt is my, uncle."
Timothy raised his eyebrow again, it almost made her blush, "Really?"
Ginny raised one back. "Really really."
He laughed, and asked casually, "So, no hard feelings?"
Ginny grinned mockingly-evil and said, "Nope, but I want my Tonks back!"
Timothy and Ginny laughed and exited the room, accidently bumping into each other in the door frame.
Nervous laughs followed, but they got much louder once they heard Mad-Eye's usually quiet laugh bellow and exclaim, "DOBBY?!"
Ok, the 'really?' 'really really' thing is cheesy, I know. SO, REVIEW!
AND THANKS TO ANYONE WHO READ MY OTHER STORIS
I'm not sure what to do next, what do you think?