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INT. GINNY’S BEDROOM, DAY.
GINNY is wearing a pink button-down shirt, an absurd amount of makeup for a twelve-year-old, and large, hooped, golden earrings. She strums on an old guitar.
GINNY (looking into the camera): I can’t do this.
FRED (O.C.): Course you can, love.
GEORGE (O.C.): We believe in you.
GINNY (despairing): What if it doesn’t work?
FRED (still O.C.) starts making chicken sounds.
GINNY (indignant): Says the bloke who told Angelina he was George when he gave her his valentine!
FRED shuts up instantly.
GEORGE (O.C.): Gin-gin, listen, the most romantic thing any human being can do for another is to write them a song.
FRED (O.C.): Or die, but we’re assuming that one’s off the table.
GINNY rolls her eyes and strums her guitar again, taking a deep breath to begin her song.
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INT. SCHOOL CAFETERIA, DAY.
HARRY’s eyes widen in horror as he watches the video on The Weasley Family Band Vlogs channel. (It’s titled “Happy Valentine’s Day, Harry Potter, Love Ginny Weasley <3 <3 <3”)
GINNY (singing in the video): His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad. His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine —
HARRY slams his laptop shut as RON, FRED, and GEORGE start laughing around him.
GINNY is sitting at the neighboring table and quickly turns away, looking like she’s about to cry.
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INT. GIRL’S BATHROOM, DAY
Standing in one of the stalls, a teary-eyed GINNY scrolls through her phone, compiling all the most embarrassing pictures she has of Fred and George into one Instagram post but then she realizes they’ll probably laugh them all off anyway. She throws her phone against the wall of the stall and it ricochets straight into the toilet.
GINNY (panicking): No, no, no, no! Ginevra, you idiot! You blithering, bumbling idiot!
The toilets are automatic flushers and her phone clogs the toilet. The toilet overflows.
GINNY (more intense panicking): You can’t get expelled — I mean, you could , but you can’t or Mum and Dad won’t let you go on tour! Look, all you need to do is —
HARRY (O.C.): Ginny? Are you all right? I’m sorry Fred and George posted that video of you without asking for your permission… That wasn’t right of them… But you don’t have to be embarrassed —
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HARRY stands outside the girl’s bathroom, smiling friendly.
HARRY (cont’d): — I know you were just joking around. You’re way too cool to have done that for real.
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GINNY (looking into the camera like she’s on The Office ): I’m really not, though.
Nevertheless, GINNY squares her shoulders and opens the door to the bathroom, only to pull Harry inside by the collar of his shirt.
HARRY: Why’s the floor all wet?
GINNY: You need to help me get my phone out of the toilet.
HARRY shrugs off his backpack and takes out a plastic and stainless steel extendable grabber.
HARRY: Which stall?
GINNY (points him in the direction, dumbfounded): You just… carry that around?
HARRY fishes her phone out of the U-bend.
HARRY (mischievous): I could be normal and not carry it around, but that would leave you in quite the pickle , wouldn’t it?
GINNY (deadpan): Shut up.
GINNY grabs a mop from the bucket in the corner and once the floor is dry, they both sneak out of the bathroom.
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INT. FRED AND GEORGE’S BEDROOM, NIGHT.
FRED opens the door and GEORGE switches on the light. A bucket of water drops on their heads and an electric fan blows bits of styrofoam and packing peanuts at them.
ZOOM OUT.
The video posted on The Weasley Family Band Vlogs is titled “Anything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve (and creativity. vengeance helps too.)”
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INT. GINNY’S BEDROOM, DAY.
HERMIONE is tutoring her.
GINNY (gives up trying to concentrate): Am I a bad person for letting Fred and George look like the bad guys?
HERMIONE (dead serious): They had it coming.
GINNY (knowingly): You still haven’t forgiven them for —
HERMIONE (bristling): They told me the library had a restricted section! It’s hard enough being a new student, but I missed out on a whole year of —
GINNY: Those were upper year textbooks —
HERMIONE: So?
GINNY: Nevermind.
HERMIONE: About this Harry thing, though —
GINNY (accusatory): See? I knew it! I knew you and your practicality were secretly judging me for —
HERMIONE (placatingly): Harry’s used to people paying attention to him. He already thinks you’re cool and that you’re a fan of his old show because you want to be a director —
GINNY (defensively): That part’s true!
HERMIONE: So all you have to do is stop trying so hard. You are incredible just as you are. I will take him straight to the eye doctor if he doesn’t see that by the time we’re seventeen —
GINNY (in agony): Seventeen? But that’s… years!
HERMIONE: Your mum won’t let you date until you're fifteen anyway!
GINNY (mischievously): She doesn’t have to know.
HERMIONE looks into the camera like she’s on The Office .
GINNY (jabs a thumb at the camera): What? Them? I can ditch them. I’ve done it before.
CUT TO END CARD.