Gene-Ginny OOM

[missginnytonic]

Ginny walks in to the burrow slowly as she looks around and then holds the door for him. It was actually a broom closet door they were walking through. She’s glad everyone else isn’t home at the moment. She’s not totally sure how her dad and Gene would get along.  The kitchen is clean and doesn’t look to odd to a muggle unless you count the fact that there is a clock with 7 hands all with names on them.  If you look though the sparkling windows the sun is shining and the gnomes are walking back to the garden.  A cat is chasing them and Arnold is sitting on the counter making odd noises.

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[the_gene_genie]

The first thing he notices is that, just like on Ellen's world, he remembers the bar. The second is the clock.

The third is that it all feels very...strange. Strange in a way the bar doesn't, even though it has its own brand of off-ness.

'This your house, then? Your mam an' dad's, I suppose?'

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Yes, We all live here as well as my brother Ron. The rest of my brothers have moved out."

She said and at least this is one place she doesn't need wand ready. She hopes he is at least able to enjoy himself.

[the_gene_genie]

He limps his way over to the clock and stands and looks at it.

'How many of you are there, then?'

There are seven names up there so this is probably a stupid question.

'An' where are they all right now?'

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"I have five brothers, Bill, Charlie, Percy, George and Ron. Then Mum and Dad."

She then smiles slowly for some reason her mum never put herself on the clock

"Ron's at work as is dad and Mum is visiting Charlie."

[the_gene_genie]

His eyes follow the names along the hands of the clock, then round the kitchen in general. He's never felt that good out of his element but this is more odd than usual.

Still. It's nice. Homely.

'Where are we? You sound Southern. I try to avoid the South as a general rule but I s'pose it can't be helped.'

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Ottery St. Catchpole. Or really close to Devon if you want to know the truth. Yeah, you can go back to the snow. I won't tell any one you are south."

She said then looks at him and smiles.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

[the_gene_genie]

'Cheeky mare.'

He rolls his eyes good-humouredly and hobbles over to the table, where he leans the crutch against the side and sits himself down.

'Yeah, wouldn' mind a cup of tea. Or a whiskey, whatever's easiest.'

And she wasn't lying. It is warm here. He takes his coat off and sits looking out of the window at the garden and trees out there. It feels strangely peaceful.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"I can do either fairly easily"

She smiles she'll just keep being cheeky.

Arnold hops over to him. Looking up at him. The mun has no idea what Pygmypuffs can do so she makes it up

She starts water then gets a glass down for whiskey she'll get both.

[the_gene_genie]

Gene stares at the...thing.

'Uh.'

Yeah, that's all he's got for a minute.



'Your...creature, is starin' at me.'

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny pours the tea and whiskey and sits both down for him.

"Arnold, that's not nice. Sorry he's got no manners."

His hand is being licked.

[the_gene_genie]

He withdraws his hand as tactfully as he can and immediately sends it towards the whiskey.

'What is it?'

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"That is Arnold and he's a pygmypuff. My brothers breed them."

She is trying to hide a smile.

[the_gene_genie]

Gene sticks a finger out and pokes it, just to see what it'll do.

'Like a...sort of small dog-like pet?'

He can't see any use to it whatsoever.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Arnold purrs and hops closer to him making oddly contented and soothing sounds.

"Something like that. For our world they are pets."

[the_gene_genie]

Alarming!

'....right.'

Ugh.

'Mind if I have a look outside? No point looking at the sun from in here.'

Also, he's curious as to whether a world with magic in it has dancing trees or acid-squirting bushes or anything.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"No we can go out to the back yard" she smiles and opens the back door.

There is a Flutterby bush that quivers as if the leaves are butterflies

A honking daffodil plant is by the door.

[the_gene_genie]

Gene, predictably, stops as soon as he sees them.

'...these carnivorous, by any chance?'

They sure as hell look it.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"No, they like nectar. The flower likes water."

[the_gene_genie]

He leans down to peer closer at them.

'What are they?'

It should be pointed out that Gene is a city boy through and through. These plants could be normal Muggle ones for all he knows, though he's pretty sure he's never come across anything like them in his life before.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"the butterfly looking ones is a Flutterby Bush and the other is a Honking Daffodil. "

She smiles at him and nods the flutterby smells of sweet nectar. the little wing type things flutter.

[the_gene_genie]

He straightens up as rapidly as he can and looks at the things distrustfully.

'Right then.'

After a magical multi-dimensional bar, magic plants should be nothing but somehow, they seem even more odd than Milliways.

'You got more stuff like that around here? I mean, is everythin' magical?'

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well not everything. Somethings are not like the Gnomes can't do magic."

She points at the little potatoes on bodies that are playing in the garden.

[the_gene_genie]

He shoots her a Look. But only a brief one because then the gnomes catch his attention and he visibly pulls back in surprise.

'What th' bloody 'ell are they?'

OK, she said gnomes. But for someone as non-magical as Gene, that doesn't help a lot.

'Are they vermin?'

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Kind of, they dig around in the dirt and eat the roots of your garden goods, but they are mostly harmless."

[the_gene_genie]

He looks more unimpressed which, for Gene, is saying something.

'Should jus' shoot th' bastards. Or...turn them into something. What use is a magic wand if you don' get to turn pests into frogs?'

It's possible his knowledge of witches extends to fairytales and not much else.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. Really, and we don't have guns. And frogs can be pests too if you get enough of them,"

[the_gene_genie]

...OK, she has a point there. Not that Gene's ever seen more than one frog up close in his life but, yeah, they seem like the sort of thing you wouldn't want tons of lying around.

So he huffs and carries on, looking around him. It really is warm here and it feels damn good. Bit too much in the country for his liking but he supposes that can't be helped.

'So wha's it like then? Livin' in a place where you use magic but most of the population don't? Isn' that a pain in the arse?'

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny leans her face up to the sun and lets it shine down on her face. Sometimes hiding takes it toll on you and then smiles over at him.

"It can, be but it would be a bigger pain if people knew about it. I mean can you imagain if the mu- others knew about it every little thing they would want us to fix."

She then smiles. "I mean with magic a lot is possible, I mean daddy had a car that looked small on the out side but inside it held 8 comfortably"