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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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Yeah? [And the broom drifts closer to the camera.] You don't mind heights?

Not as far as I know. Never had a problem with 'em before.

[She reaches out to take the camera and points it down at the ground. She's about fifty feet up.]

Sure?

[He nods, looking impressed.]

Yeah. I mean, I ain't sure I'd be able to do it as well as you can, but, y'know, it's not the height that'd bother me.

[And the camera swings back up to her face and she's grinning.]

Well, I've been doing it for a few years. Don't compare yourself to that.

I'd never compare myself to you in any way, kid. You got a lotta impressive talents.

As if you haven't.

I've got a couple. I seem to be able to charm people into buyin' stuff from the shop. That's a talent, right?

Convincing people to buy ridiculously loud things they don't exactly need is definitely a talent.

Well, y'know, by the time I'm done talkin' to 'em, they're pretty sure they need 'em.

[Cocky? Jimmy? Never.]

Well done. I knew there was a reason I liked you.

[Teasing, absolutely.]

Just don't lift any boxes until your fingers are healed, okay?

Well, y'know, you like me for that, 'n for the fact that I'm handsome. That can't hurt.

[A nod.]

Yeah. Okay. I'll try to take good care of 'em.

Yes, Jimmy, you're terribly dashing and swoon-worthy that even my brothers couldn't resist you.

[POOR JOKE???]

[Aw, shit. Does she know? Okay, play it cool, Darmody...]

Yeah, see, that's funny 'cause it'd never happen.

[She has No Idea but she wouldn't care if she did know. Mistletoe, bro, it's all good.]

Are you selling yourself short?

I just don't, uh, think guys're usually interested in me.

Well, in this hypothetical situation, that's on them.

[TRA LA LA MOVING ON.]

Yeah, yeah, okay. So. About those flyin' lessons...

They're free. I do it for fun.

Okay. Well. As soon as my fingers're healed, I'll come get some of those lessons, okay?

Okay. But don't jump in until you can. The brooms'll always be here.

Okay. I'll take it easy, I promise. Have fun flyin'.

You fuss over me all the time, even when I'm perfectly alright. Let me do the same once in a while.

Sure, you're welcome to. I ain't complainin'.

Good.

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