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Ginger and Snow (ginger_and_snow) 
30th-Apr-2006 06:02 pm
Blue Jean Casual
“Shite, GEORGE!” I yell across the lounge of the flat above Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. “GEORGE! Ohmph!” George is right there when I turn from my work in the kitchen. “We are out of fresh ginger and I have already started braising the chicken. Supper will be spoiled without it. Can you run down to the market to get some, chop, chop?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he catches me by the arms before I very nearly bounce off him. “Can’t you use dried or powdered ginger? It’s supposed to start to snow any moment now.”

“I do not need a ludicrous excuse, George,” I snap. “I need fresh ginger, NOW.”

“But I’m telling the truth, luv,” he replies with a smile as he soothingly rubs my arms. “Snow is predicted this evening, really. Promises, Wonton, I promises.”

“In May?” I stumble in surprise. “It is late in the season for snow. Snow, wow. I knew it was cold today, but snow. That is amazing.”

“Quite amazing, actually,” he leans down and whispers in my ear. “I say we go to bed right away and take advantage of the chilly night.”

“That is a marvelous idea,” I sigh. “We should go to bed as soon as we can.” George perks up at the possibility...but then I dash his hopes. “After you go get me some fresh ginger for dinner…”



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Ginger and Snow

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