[She looks so pleased, damn it. Seems like it'll always be men from the 1940s teaching her how to dance (she remembers Peter Pevensie with a quiet pang in her heart) and she wouldn't have it any other way. Ginny slides her wand from her desk and flicks it at the record player the twins left behind because that's what they're used to, old fashioned things held together by magic, and comes into Bucky's arms like she knows precisely what she's doing.
And she does, in her way, though he's steadying her now since the alcohol has settled in her bones.]
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And she does, in her way, though he's steadying her now since the alcohol has settled in her bones.]
Are you charmed yet?