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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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The broom likes you.

[It's a light, easy comment and she means that they're working together quite well; she's pleased, impressed, and pulls up alongside him.]

We'll just keep circling for now, nice and low. You've got to get the basics first, but I think you're well on your way.

Maybe another day I can graduate to the next year of training.

[ it's a joke, his version of trying to take some of the pressure off how well or poorly he's doing. flying like this is definitely taking a bit of getting used to, but it's not entirely bad. it does make him miss voyager and the rest of the crew, but he's careful to hide that. ]

There aren't years, don't be ridiculous. Some people haven't got years in the City, lucky buggers, so I'm going to make sure you lot can fly to the best of your ability as soon as you're able. I'm not about to push anyone harder than they can take, of course, but I think if you've got the bollocks to want to learn in the first place, you'll pick it up faster than someone forced on a broom.

Pushing us to be better than we think we can be in half the time. Sounds like [ his pilot training in the belt ] fun.

No one really taught me, so I had to do that to myself to get to the best level. Enough to get on the team, anyway. It'll be great, I promise.

[She pats her broom as they fly, pleased.]

Trust me.

Then you'll be my best teacher.

[ he offers her a smile, turning to catch her gaze for a moment. his own is gentle and there's a smile on his face, but his eyes speak of a seriousness he won't otherwise show. ]

I do. [ and from someone like him, those two words speak volumes. ]

I'm still a student, really. Haven't graduated and all that. I've been stuck here, haven't I?

[And fighting a war.

The two words are simple but they make her glance over at him again, if only to offer a smile because trust is a hard thing to come by often enough, more so in this world, more so after the lives they've led (and she can guess at some of his, she feels that there is more understanding fueling his words than he lets on when they talk.]

Then I won't let you down.

Just because you're still a student doesn't mean you can't be a teacher, too.

[ he gives her a smile that says he has full confidence that she won't let him down before turning his broom again. ]

I think I'm starting to get the hang of this.

[She thinks of the DA, of helping Neville and Luna teach the others what they know because they've faced off Death Eaters twice. Sixteen and seventeen year olds trying to lead a war. What the hell were they thinking?]

Yeah, I reckon you are. [It's easy for her to pull out of her thoughts, smile, follow him along. It's easy because she never talks about the rest of it.] It's fairly straightforward, anyway. It's just a matter of being familiar enough to do the finer things like it's part of you.

[It just takes a shift in her grip now, but this broom was made for her (by Regulus Black, of all people).]

[ if they were like the people of his colony fighting the cardassians, they'd had no other choice. fighting was sometimes better than letting someone completely overrun and destroy your home and the people you cared about. ]

Maybe another day I'll have given it enough time for that. For now, I think this is enough.

This is plenty.

[This is what she needs to feel a little more settled, more pulled together.]

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