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GOOD MORNING, CITY!

[It is, in fact, the middle of the night but close enough to sunrise that she can say "morning." But that isn't the bizarre thing here. No, the bizarre thing is that Ginny Weasley is beaming so brightly, she might burst, practically vibrating with happiness and excitement.

Also, she's kind of covered in flour and glitter.]

Isn't it just a wonderful day? And it's only barely started! I know things have been so difficult lately, everything's just been so sad, and there's really no reason for it. Everything will sort out like always. Why get bogged down by the City at all? I know I've let it happen for far too long and that's a shame, really, when I've got so many reasons to be happy!

[She sets the camera precariously on something on the kitchen counter, leaning in close.]

I've got wonderful friends, doesn't matter what all those stupid nightmares say, no one's died on me since the war! And if anyone leaves to go home, well, I say good for them!

[This is punctuated by a fist banged on a cluttered kitchen counter and the camera topples and the video feed cuts out.]

Boll—

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It's better this way! :)

Now you won't see what surprises I'm working on for you lot!! ♥

YOU'RE ALL SIMPLY THE BEST!!! ♥ ♥ ♥

[ooc; anti-angst at its best... or worst...........]

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[She lifts her fingers off the strap of her tanktop and lets it fall back into place, glancing over her shoulder at him with a raised eyebrow and her lips quirked in a grin.]

I've got loads of stories. [Loads of battle scars, also inside and out.] But just because I'm happy to see you doesn't mean I'll launch into my trials in the City just like that. [Or at home, come to that.] Wouldn't want to scare you off with how impressive I am before you get to frosting these cupcakes.

[Besides, nothing spoils a morning like the good old tale of a murder attempt.]

I just meant that stitches might be barbaric but I can't say they don't help put people back together.

Together is good. _{( he says, after a pensive moment. )} And you can tell me the rest later.

_{( for now, he's putting his empty plate in the sink and rolling up his sleeves. )}

So-- cupcakes.

[With some measure of surprise,]

Most people don't want to know the rest.

[Then she follows suit, downing her now lukewarm tea and pulling up her pyjama pants so that they don't fall over her feet as she shuffles over to the island, pulling over cupcakes and frosting in their bowls and the bags to pipe them with and the absurd amount of glitter in their shakers.]

But... yes, cupcakes. [She grins over at him, spooning frosting into a plastic bag—pink this time.] Do whatever colours you like. Maybe bring some boxes home to your crew?

Most people are pretty boring, and like everyone else to be, too.

_{( but the special people thrive on life! and adventure!! and stories about such things, even when they include danger.

but those thoughts are quickly forgotten as he glances at the colors, smiling softly. it's like art, but with food. that's magical.

he reaches for the green frosting, considers ginny's suggestion. )}

We're all going to get seriously out of shape.

I don't know how to be boring. But sometimes I wish I was, if it meant some peace of mind for a second. [She grins at him.] But then I'd hate it.

[She will always have adventure in her life, for all that she is a Gryffindor and a Weasley. But out of all the things she's done with Sulu, frosting cupcakes is by far the tamest, and it isn't boring, per se. The curse is leaving her with this electric energy and joy that can't be contained, but she is genuinely enjoying herself at this moment. It's a better distraction to have company than be left alone with the thoughts that fuel this curse.

And so when he makes his last little comment, she laughs, twisting the bag shut and piping a few experimental dots of frosting to get the air out before she sets to work.]

If none of you get up at the crack of dawn to do some exercise, I'll eat my pointy hat. [She does have one.] Imagine growing up with my Mum, she makes all sorts of desserts and forces about three helpings of each meal on us! [And her smile widens because she misses her family like burning so of course the curse makes her smile.] But I won't get out of shape, I'm learning how to fight. Without my wand, mind, I'm quite excellent at that, and Arthur taught me how to use a sword so I got to apply that to dueling, anyway—hey, would you pass that little towel, I've gotten frosting on my foot somehow.

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