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[ It's memories, of course. Moments from the previous year plucked from Ginny's head or taken from her device and strewn across the network and broadcast in the Square for those who care to look. They flip through fairly quickly, snippets of voices —

— you don't get to tell me to do it again, I told you I wouldn't!
Ginevra Weasley! I am almost there! For the love of God, stay where you are!

— and images —

You always manage to surprise me, Harry Potter.
Surprise even myself, sometimes. I mean - good to know you haven't got bored of me yet.

Ginny and a young man with dark hair and glasses kissing by the fountain, only broken a second later as he jerks back and hits his head on a wall and she laughs — a photograph of Ginny and her brother Percy and a note (Ginny, I'll see you soon. Don't worry - I'll give the bracelet to Fred in the meantime. Take care. I love you. P.) — fighting in the streets, corpses with familiar faces, a raised wand and yelled incantations and blood — Ginny is standing outside the hospital, exchanging photographs with Dr Wilson, handing him a cup of coffee and a soft smile— suddenly it's a dark room, an interrogation and

Honestly, you don't even know the full—
So you don't deny that you've orchestrated a rebellion in the past?
So what if I have?

— she's on a broom, she collides in midair with Thor and they dissolve into an argument about whose fault it was — she's launching herself over the shop counter to hug a young Remus Lupin; and it flips to a young boy in the same joke shop with his father (Jimmy) as she makes him fly — the mountaintop now, stumbling out of a dreamscape with Chekov supporting her — Angela watching her unwrap a gorgeous blue dress — whiskey in glasses, then Bucky's running after her as she runs and climbs into the fountain, drunk and he's yelling,

Weasley! Get back here, you crazy dame!

— she's pale, coughing, collapsing in the lobby of her apartment building, she's playing chess with Mae Crawford in her hospital bed; suddenly it's Mae and Clary and Ginny at a bar, clinking brightly coloured drinks — words overlap the image of Ginny in a wheelchair on the rooftop of the hospital, tossing paper airplanes into the wind with Dr McCoy:

A paper airplane. I love it. Thank you.
Turn around, then. I'll put it on you.
How's it look?
Like it belongs to you, princess.

— fireworks! Leaping from rooftops, blending into the relative tranquility of Jim and Bones' apartment, Ginny and the captain tracing sparklers through the air huddled on a sofa; then Ginny's going at a punching bag steadied by Clint and an Australian accent filters through, the image of a darkened doorway and two figures with an undercurrent of broken sobbing...

You're all right. I've got you.

— Ginny and Sulu have climbed the rocks at the beach, a party and ocean below, her arm around his waist and they're laughing and he dives into the water first and she follows; a Christmas gift of blooming winter jasmine; a shot of two people walking closely from behind at night, flaming red hair and a tall young man with dark hair and a Japanese restaurant in the distance — then text:

hermione's gone home. again. i don't care if it's selfish, you'd best not be next.

QUIDDITCH MATCH! Gryffindor versus Slytherin, familiar faces of the City mingled with Ginny's home world, a castle, roaring crowds — a crowded, cosy dinner at Ginny's apartment with Molly Weasley churning out food with a sweep of her wand, everyone Ginny holds near and dear packed in with full plates then — Chakotay at the beach, she's bursting in on the scene on her broomstick and they both jump with surprise as it fades to — Ginny's birthday party, she's swing dancing with Bucky, then there's snow covering every surface —

the back room of the joke shop, potion brewing in a cauldron and Ginny and Spock having tea:

No one should have to live like that.
It is illogical to dwell. One must affect change.
We did.
Good.

and the whole thing begins to wrap up with the holidays, a quick flash through of cursed mistletoe and a festival bright with lights; it comes to a lingering image of the beach, bare feet dug into sand and Ginny speaking with someone:

But I've always had friends like you around, so it could always be worse. I'm lucky. ]

[ooc; SO CURSED! feel free to see this broadcast as mentioned. on a more sentimental note, this is my love letter to poly, i suppose, as everything in here from moments to words said have been taken verbatim from moments in the game so this was a lot of fun to piece together. thank you for another wonderful year!]

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Shit.

[Not too eloquent, in the face of all of this, because what it is is sheer emotion, and it's making him feel a little emotional, too.]

Some year, huh, kid?

Hey, Jimmy.

[Yeah, she has no idea what he's even talking about. She sounds amused more than anything else.]

Yeah, reckon so? About a week late to be saying that, though.

What?

[It takes him a second to realize she hasn't intentionally posted this. Maybe he should've realized right away -- there're some personal things in here.]

Oh. Uh. You should check the network, I guess.

Oh, bloody...

[Grumbling. She thought it was going to be a nice, calm Tuesday. And then she falls silent and the video takes over, a babble of voices of people past and present as well as herself. It's a good thing this isn't video because she's bright red by the end and maybe she's teary-eyed, for just an instant, and she starts to laugh but it's an odd one.]

I don't— [Bloody hell.] Merlin's beard, I don't even know if I should be upset or... And you saw this? Everyone can—

Some curse.

Yeah. Yeah, everyone can see it, but...

[How does he phrase this without sounding entirely trite and cheesy? He's kind of bad at avoiding that, in general, so he decides to just say what's on his mind, no matter how stupid it sounds.]

It ain't so bad, y'know? I mean, there was a lotta really beautiful stuff there.

I still don't really understand how it does that.

Magic.

[If it sounds like she's speaking through her hands over her face, it's because she is.]

Sulu, I'm sorry.

[BECAUSE WE'RE ON THERE.]

Does magic ever make sense? Are there laws of magic?

_{( he'd feel better, if there were. )}

...what for?

[And her laughter breaks into something warmer, relieved.]

Yeah. It's just a shock, is all, I haven't had a curse like this in... Honestly, I don't remember some of this. It's—you're right, it's the whole year, isn't it?

It sure is. The whole year in review, I guess. 'n you apparently did a whole hell of a lot.

Well, it's not like the curse asked for our permission to air private things.

[Not that they were keeping anything a secret, but. You know.]

Laws for magic exist in my world. This one obviously doesn't follow them but I reckon the closest thing I can think of from home that can do this is... We've got this thing called a Pensieve. You can take memories and put them in so you can look at them later.

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Well, it's the City. Can't quite get by with doing nothing. I can count about three near-death experiences, so that's lovely.

[But he's right. There are some wonderful things.]

Near death?

[He makes a dismissive little sound, but he's obviously grinning as he does.]

Ain't a real fulfillin' year unless you actually die.

[Hey, he can joke about that, right? He did die this year. It's odd how little it bothers him.]

Jimmy.

[NO HE CAN'T.]

Okay, okay, sorry.

[He just had a bad habit of saying things he really shouldn't.]

Guess that ain't that funny to anyone else, huh?

So it's not your fault, and you don't have to apologize.

_{( he's having none of that. )}

Why would you do that? Can't you remember things just by... remembering them?

[That earns a smile from her that colours her voice.]

Fine, be sensible. I suppose it had to come out sometime, anyway.

[Even if they weren't sneaking around.]

As for a Pensieve, well... You can observe more than remember. You'd be able to see details. Not that a memory can't be tampered with, but it's a way of looking from the outside—so I've heard, anyway, I've never used a Pensieve.

You'd guess right, Darmody.

[Quiet, a huff of breath.]

I'm glad that wasn't in there.

Me too. I'm glad you had Tommy in there, though. I mean, I guess I'm biased, bein' his father 'n all.

I don't know. It could have been a secret forever. But that might have gotten complicated.

_{( he sounds so serene, about that. )}

That sounds like it'd be sort of creepy.

Complicated. This coming from a bloke who apparently enjoys... How did Dr McCoy put it—falling through thousands of feet of air without a safety net? [Which has been hinted at, since she took it as a challenge to do the same off her broom when they'd only just met. BUT STILL.] You've been holding out on stories. And I can't owe you any because you just got a look at all my best ones from the past year.

[Yeah. Let's skim over how Bones was v suspicious.]

Hey, I never said magic couldn't be creepy. It's magical but it isn't all conjured butterflies and enchanted snow.

I don't know how these were all chosen. Random, maybe. But I really liked Tommy when I met him.

He was pretty fond of you, too. I mean, what could be better -- someone who wanted to play with him and could do magic.

Hey, Doctor McCoy wasn't even there. He can't say whether or not I enjoyed it.

_{( but not even commenting on the rest of it. )}

It'd be nice if it was thought, right?

So, did you?

[Come now, Hikaru.]

It'd be nice but I reckon I'd be bored if I couldn't make things explode as well as fly.

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