Disclaimer: Yet again...not mine...at least the characters. But yeah...okay.
A/N: Ahh. Um. *Dodges old, rotten, moldy vegetables* …Happy, Turkey Day…?? Can you please wait until after I get to eat my grandma's pumpkin pie to kill me…? More apologies after the end.
Chapter Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeven
Ginny was in the loo of the airport, furiously scrubbing at her face.
The twins had, of course, made it impossible to charm off the fluorescent ink, and it was only to be removed by a special salve, which was, according to the twins "still in production".
Or which, unbeknownst to Ginny, could have just been in Fred's back pocket. Who knows?
She was muttering darkly under her breath, oblivious to the strange looks she was getting from the people around her.
One little girl, about the age of four, in particular was looking at her quite strangely.
"Lady, whatcha doin'?"
The little girl was actually quite adorable, all blue eyes and blond curls, but Ginny wasn't in the mood for it at this particular moment.
Shooting a look at the little girl, she continued scrubbing.
"Lady," the little girl continued, reaching a chubby little fist to tug at Ginny's skirt.
A chubby little fist that was, oh so conveniently, covered in some sort of candy confection or another.
"Why, you little-," Ginny exclaimed, fingers itching for her wand, but as soon as her hand began inching towards it, it was stopped.
"Ginny," Hermione said, warningly, placing her hand over the younger witch's.
"Oh, relax!" Ginny snapped, "I was just going to charm the stain out of my skirt!"
"Shh," Hermione said, quickly. The redhead seemed to forget that they were still in a Muggle airport.
Before looking around subtly, and turning her back to the child who was still standing there expectantly, Hermione waved her hand over the stain and murmured a charm, leaving it spotless.
"Showoff," Ginny muttered darkly, turning back toward the mirror.
Turning back toward the child, Hermione kneeled so that she was on her level.
"Hi," Hermione said, "What's your name?"
"Madison," she answered, sticking a sticky thumb in her mouth.
"Hi, Madison. I'm Hermione. Do you need help washing your hands?"
Madison nodded.
Hermione lifted the little girl slightly, helping her to reach the taps.
"MADISON!"
A cry was heard throughout the loo.
A quite harried looking woman came running around the corner.
"Mommy!" Madison cried back in delight, running to her.
"Oh, thank God!" the woman exclaimed, clutching Madison to her. "I let her go in the stall by herself-she must have crawled under the wall when I wasn't paying attention! Thank you so much for catching her!"
"Oh, it was no problem!" Hermione assured her. "She's a sweetheart."
While the woman continued to thank Hermione, Ginny watched with a sour expression.
Just like Hermione! Always trying to portray herself as some kind of saint!
When the woman actually looked at her, standing at Hermione's side, she took in her rosy face, and her smile dimmed somewhat.
"Next time, use a little less blush, dear," she advised.
Then, taking a hold of Madison's little hand, she smiled one last time at Hermione and they walked out of the loo.
Hermione, having stifled a laugh at the woman's advice to Ginny, struggled to keep a straight face.
"Are you ready, Ginny?" Hermione asked, kindly.
"Of course, I am," Ginny snapped back, before haughtily strutting toward the door.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione followed her out of the loo.
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The group was standing in the waiting area, faces still red from laughing so hard, Buffy and Willow still clutching each other in delight.
Even Angel and Oz were still chuckling quietly.
Ginny started toward the twins, muttering lethal oaths under her breath. Ron reluctantly blocked her path, knowing it best not to cause a scene in the crowded Muggle airport.
Giles cleared his throat, hoping the straight face he was attempting to keep was buyable.
"Well, now. Can we be on our way?"
"But, Mr. Giles-Giles," Hermione amended quickly, "did you find the suitcase?"
"Oh, yes," Giles, answered, "and according to Mr. Lupin, the tamper detection charms you placed on it were not violated, so apparently it was just a misplacement."
"Oh, good," Hermione replied, relieved.
"In that case, let's hit the highway!" Xander exclaimed loudly, causing the people around to start suddenly.
Eyes were rolled, a slap was heard, and also a loud "ouch!"
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Outside were two cars that Lupin had procured.
Lupin and Tonks looked on dubiously as Fred and George began arguing over who was going to drive the first car.
"I'm older," Fred explained.
"Now, mate, that's the same argument you used when we went to rescue Harry in the Ford Anglia, and it worked then. So it's not going to work now," George cried, as he jumped into the driver's seat.
Sighing, Fred got into the passenger's seat, putting his feet on the dashboard.
Looking out the window at the group standing on the pavement, he said, "Well, get in then."
The Hogwarts group, looking right nervous, began to file into the car, all minus Ginny who jumped into the truck unofficially deemed the Slayerettes' after Willow and before Angel, leaving no room for Buffy.
Buffy seethed. She had no problem sitting with Hermione and her friends, but there was no way she was going to leave her boyfriend with this redheaded witch.
"Oh, Buffy," Ginny began, poison words candy-coated, "I think there's room in the other car."
Angel, feeling Ginny's hand on his knee and as reluctant as Buffy was to see her in the other car, quickly solved this conundrum by pulling a surprised Buffy down on top of his lap, and slamming the door behind her.
"Let's go," he said to Lupin who was behind the wheel.
Ginny was not happy.
A/N: But who really cares about Ginny's happiness, anyways?
Apologies: OMG. I am so sorry. It'll be six months this Sunday that I haven't updated. First, it was a block I couldn't get rid of, then it was technical difficulties (which it still kind of is.) But…today, I actually had access to a computer, so…here it is. Breakthrough. Thank you so much for all the reviews; they were very well the only reason I kept this up. I love ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. I don't know if Fred is older or not…but…it fit the argument…
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