Just because I've been here for years doesn't mean I want to play any of the City's games.
[Behold Ginny Weasley, sitting on some rocks at the beach (because obviously the beach party wasn't enough), the sleeves of her blouse rolled up and her vivid hair pulled back into a wind-tousled bun. She's been restless lately, she's been off exploring judging by the sunburn and the new smattering of freckles; but, most importantly, she's found a little something shiny in the sand, washed up with the waves.]
But like it or not—
[She exhales, lifts her wand and with it, a key levitating in the air because she's not stupid enough to touch it after all she's seen on the network.]
Anonymous, I have something of yours. [Then she cracks a bit of a grin.] Should I send it in person or by owl post? Does this mean I saved the day? Ten points to the City for making it appropriately Gryffindor-coloured.
[ooc; as per this event, the key has been found! it actually has no curse attached to it, so worry not.
this is forward-dated to saturday morning!]
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