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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've never been able to fly before.

[ not like this. he can pilot a starship with no trouble, but somehow that seems a bit different to flying a... broomstick, if he's seeing this correctly. ]

[The device pings and she looks over just as Chakotay replies and she grins, drawing her wand to push it out so the camera can catch all of her on the broom.]

Well, not like this, I'd imagine. [Swinging her leg over so she can sit on her broom "side-saddle," for lack of a better term, because her balance is ~fabulous.] I haven't seen any flying brooms around here except what I've enchanted myself or with friends from home.

[ her balance and natural grace vaguely remind him of seven, but he quickly pushes that thought away. ]

What's it like up there? How much can you see?

[ in a way, he's kind of jealous. talking about flying reminds him of voyager and that makes him miss the starship and her crew all the more. ]

[The question softens her smile and she shifts her grip on the broom and suddenly she's soaring higher, the camera coming with her until the horizon behind her disappears entirely and she looks out beyond the device.]

The buildings in the city proper. I think I can make out the cathedral. And... [Looking the other direction, twisting over her back.] The mountain and a bit of the ocean. You can see most everything up here, you can almost forget how mad things can get on the ground.

I bet it's nice up there.

[ he says it with a twinge of fondness, as though he understands what it's like to be able to forget the bad things in life and just take pleasure from doing something you really enjoy. he also knows what it's like to fly, to see normal buildings and people shrink until they're nothing but specks or not even that. there's nothing like seeing earth from orbit and not for the first time does he think wistfully of being able to talk to her about that. ]

Is this something you do a lot in your home?

As often as I could.

[She does it a lot here, too. To get around, to clear her head.]

During summer holidays, I'd be on a broom almost every day. And at school, well, it was a bit harder. [Curfew, the war, Quidditch being canceled (the worst).] But I liked to go out to the pitch when no one was around to just fly for a bit and think. Or not think, whichever I needed. [Makeout with her boyfriends, oops.] I love it. Best feeling in the world, having nothing underneath you.

I understand. Sometimes it's nice to just be able to do something you enjoy, to leave behind reality and just be yourself for a time. [ they used the holodeck for that sometimes and he often contacts the spirits to talk. his animal guide is the best thing for him. and he still has to figure out how to relax and communicate with his guide here. ]

I'm glad you have that here.

Do you?

Not yet. But I'm hoping I'll have a good substitute soon.

[ that was the whole point of his question to the masses not long ago, after all. ]

Would you like to come flying with me?

Maybe. Or maybe I could come see how it works.

You said you needed a substitute. I don't know if flying feels the same to someone who didn't grow up with it, but it's worth trying, isn't it?

You're, of course, absolutely welcome to see how it works.

[ and the sad thing is that chakotay is a fine pilot. he's had pilot training at the academy and can fly an intrepid-class starship through quite a lot. he even spent a semester dodging asteroids in the belt.

but this? flying a broomstick through the air is both interesting and intensely frightening. he can't even figure out how it would work -- scientifically. whether or not he trusts it or believes it actually works is another matter entirely, but if it works for her, at least she can use it. ]

It might be. Maybe in an hour, I'll see you up there.

[Having a whole craft around you is certainly different to having a broom under you and it's a more direct extension of yourself than piloting something grander. But Ginny's never flown a shuttle or a starship; she knows brooms, likes the contact and the connection, more personable to her than a car or ship. But to each her own.]

I can give you directions. I'm not coming down any time soon.

If you do, then I'll be sure to join you sometime.

[And then some directions that would take him a bit into the forest where he'd come across a massive clearing with three goal hoops on either side of it and some benches on the edges but no grand stands like what the pitch at Hogwarts might have. They never meant for a real Quidditch game to happen there, they'd never have enough players.]

I look forward to seeing you.

[ it'll be about an hour before he turns up, and to be honest, he's impressed by the set-up. it's nothing that he's ever seen before and he finds himself curious what it's all for. instead of investigating, he simply turns towards the sky, shading his eyes so he can see her and standing in the middle of the clearing so she can see him. ]

[She doesn't notice him right away because she's up high, enjoying the wind, and moving in lazy circles. But she thinks she ought to test the braking charms on her broom and so pulls a tennis ball from her pocket and tosses it a few times in the air before simply dropping it below her.

Sorry, Chakotay. But what you're about to see is Miss Weasley diving headfirst at breakneck speed to chase after that ball and she catches it a foot off the ground, pulling into a smooth sweep and ruffling the grass beneath her with the wind. And as she's moving off again, she realises there's a man a few feet to her left and she spins the broom around and lights up in a grin, waving the fist clutching the ball.]

HEY! Sorry, didn't see you there!

[ he watches her, fascinated and impressed by her skill. he doubts even tom paris could pull something like that off, though the idea of tom riding a broom is more than a little hilarious to him. ]

Impressive. I see you're just as good a flier as you suggested.

[She would like to meet your Tom Paris for some shenanigans, Chakotay. She's always up to a challenge. Ginny flies over, the toes of her shoes skimming the grass as she goes until she's hovering in front of him, beaming.]

Yeah, well, I'm never modest when it comes to flying and Quidditch. [She tosses the ball in the air and catches it as she speaks.] I'm glad you found the place alright! Welcome to Weasley Stadium, so named by my brothers.

[Who wanted to call it Ginevra Stadium as a birthday gift and she insisted it was a family thing.]

[ he's fairly certain the two of them would get along way too well and would definitely not encourage a meeting if tom ever returned. nope. ]

It looks nice. I assume everything has a purpose.

[ tell him about quidditch, ginny. ]

[She breaks into a broad smile.]

Yeah. Here— [She points out the goal posts.] Those are the goals and the Keeper guards them from the opposing team when they try to score. There are three Chasers—that's the position I play at home—that score with the Quaffle, which is a big red ball that's got to be passed round. It's different from the Bludgers that fly on their own and they're erratic, they're these iron balls that try to knock players off their brooms. So we've got two Beaters with clubs that try to get them off their own team and towards the other.

Meanwhile, the Seeker spends the whole match trying to find the Golden Snitch. It's about the size of a walnut and it's really fast and catching the Snitch is what ends the game and wins the Seeker's team 150 points. A goal with the Quaffle is ten points, by the way, I forgot to mention that.

[She pauses, wondering if she's left anything out.]

Erm. I think that's about it. Oh, I was a Seeker on reserve for my House team and I actually played once and won the match and the Cup! But I love Chasing loads more. My twin brothers were Beaters and my other brother Ron was a Keeper. And Charlie, he's the second oldest, he was a Seeker and team captain back in the day.

That sounds like a pretty intense game. Maybe being a Quidditch player is hereditary, too.

[ excuse him for a minute. he's imagining some of voyager's crew playing quidditch now. tom would be a chaser, harry another chaser. tuvok referees, if they even have one. b'elanna would be a beater and loving the chance to get out some of her tension and inward anger. kathryn would be either chaser or keeper and chakotay isn't sure what position he might play. everything sounds fun in some capacity. ]

I guess this is the part where I ask if you give lessons.

[ teach him something new, ginny. ]

Edited 2013-08-21 04:16 (UTC)

Maybe being competitively reckless is hereditary.

[But she looks so pleased, okay. Right now, she's grinning so broadly, it's almost a little worrying—like someone's about to get pranked. But it's no such thing.]

I give lessons in flying. I'd love to teach the rules of Quidditch, I've got all the balls and equipment here, but I don't think I'll ever have enough players for teams and a game. But there's no harm in going after a Snitch for fun or tossing a Quaffle back and forth. Why not?

You never know. You might come across a lot of people who are interested in a way to keep themselves occupied. But for now, I'm a quick learner and the very least, I can throw things for you catch like you did a little earlier.

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