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Two things!

[Behold Ginny Weasley, the camera enchanted to float in front of her as she broadcasts this from... Her broom? That's right; she's back where she belongs, up in the air and the summer wind pulling at her hair and clothes, face alight in a smile. She looks infinitely better than she did a week ago, that's for certain.]

Firstly, I believe I owe drinks to quite a few people for the madness that was a few weeks ago. The Anonymous people graciously paid me in liquor from my world for helping restore the Hall of the Missing and it's not like I can drink all of it by myself—have you seen me? I'm too small for all that firewhiskey.

Priority goes to all my doctor friends, because I said so.

Secondly, FLYING LESSONS!

[Yes, it's about as loud as capslock.]

I usually offer this earlier in the summer but there's that little matter of a City-wide rebellion and being struck down with a magical plague, so I decided I'd best wait it out until people were a little more available, myself included.

I know I've spoken to a few people about this—Sulu? Stiles?—but it's open to anyone who's interested in brooms and isn't afraid of heights. I've never had anyone fall while I'm in the air with them, so don't worry! It's fun.

And if someone just wants to watch, come along. This is something I love, why not share it in any way I can?

That's all!

[AND OFF SHE ZOOMS, the camera following her for a minute as she speeds around the Quidditch pitch the twins built, corkscrewing and ~soaring, tumbling, freewheeling~ through the air. And it cuts out as she whips past the device.]

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I'm more worried about your head than your heart right now. Can you at least sit right side up when you're talking to me?

[Grinning broadly, hair hanging down under her.]

What, does this make you nervous? [She heaves a sigh and swings back up onto her broom.] Angela, come on. I've been flying since I was six.

Yes! [She covers her eyes with her hands until she's sure Ginny is straight.] I don't care. You can still crash.

Oh, for Merlin's sake.

[She leans backwards this time, until she's lying flat on her back, but the broom follows with her and she goes tail over handle like a pinwheel, laughing, definitely trying to give someone a heart attack. SORRY.]

No one to crash into!

There's still the ground!

[Swear to god, Ginny. She'll turn off this feed.]

Am I a witch or aren't I?

You're evil, that's what you are. Come speak to me when you have two feet on the ground again.

[Because she's sure she can't convinced Ginny to stay in a safe position on that stick.]

Won't be for a long time, then. You forced me on holiday, Angela, this is what I like to do with my free time.

[She grins.]

Want me to drop my device and see how fast I can catch it before it hits the ground?

That's it. I'm turning off this thing forever.

[And she does! LOOK WHAT YOU DID, MISS WEASLEY.]

[Laughing, yelling into the void: ]

Angela. Angela, come on, I was joking.

[Only... not...]

098.

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