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[This broadcast begins in the middle of a conversation and starts with the sound of a coin being set down on a table.]

What is this?

A gold Galleon. [Flippant, nonchalant.] You know, I don't think money from my world will buy you much of anything in the City. If you wanted to borrow a few coins for a cup of coffee, you could have just asked instead of dragging me out of work.

This coin was one of many, was it not?

[Dryly,] Well, yes, I reckon coins are generally made in large batches. I'm the wrong Weasley to ask, though, Bill's the one who works at the bank.

Your brother was not the one who used them as a method of communication during a rebellion.

[A pause. The question that hangs in the air is, How did you know that? but what we can't see is that the final message sent by Neville Longbottom is still etched into the coin: HP here. App to A's. Taking back H. What we don't know is that she's spoken about it to friends on the network before. It must be on record somewhere. She works this out in seconds so Ginny laughs instead, the sound surprisingly easy.]

That's what this is about? First of all, it was a war in my world. Second: it was a long time ago. Honestly, you don't even know the full—

So you don't deny that you've orchestrated a rebellion in the past?

So what if I have?

And your methods included propaganda, defacing private property, and terrorism of government-appointed officials?

If you mean those piss-poor excuses of professors and a Headmaster, they terrorised us first—

Do you deny having communicated with the group calling themselves Anonymous?

[Another pause, longer, more tense. She's spoken with them once. The sound of paper, a photograph, being laid down next: her, Neville, and Luna plotting around a table (a souvenir from the pictures curse).]

Where the hell did you get that?

Who are the people in this photograph with you?

You were in my flat? How dare—

That isn't the answer I was looking for.

[Angrily: ] They're not here! That's at school—back in Scotland—practically two years ago now and doesn't have a damn thing to do with the City!

Can you prove that? [The look on her face must be enough (livid, tight-lipped), because she doesn't answer.; how could she prove it? She can't, it's her word against theirs.] I see. That will be all for now, Miss Weasley.

"For now"?

Take her away.

What the bloody hell do you think you're—?!

[The feed ends.]

[ooc; those pesky sandworms stealing incriminating "evidence." ginny's getting carted off to jail and all replies will be from her cell there. assume a delay between your character's first comment and her response!]

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