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[ accidental video ]

—here! I'm here, sorry, sorry ...

[The feed starts with a jolt, the image jerking all over the place as if the device is being held in a fist of someone running. Which it is. From what you can see between Ginny's fingers, it's a clothes shop—Passione, which she now co-owns with Angela, who is on holiday as of today.

Of course, today is the day Ginny is late to work.]

Overslept, must've hexed my alarm clock when it went off—

[The video finally comes to a halt when Ginny does, the device set down face up on the counter that she's leaning across, speaking to Ellis the NPC who has been assigned to be her extra pair of hands and eyes while Angela's away. Thank Merlin.]

Hey, you're fine. It's okay. [A hand creeps into the frame and points at something, a clock, offscreen.] You got five minutes.

I'm not late?

[There's a self-congratulatory yes quickly followed by Ginny's hand and arm reaching across the device and yanking Ellis to her over the counter; and without preamble, she plants a hard, bold kiss on his mouth.

Poor Ellis startles and his hand knocks the device off the counter and it goes clattering to the floor, ending the feed.]

[ooc; Come at her, bros. Ginny will be working at the shop, out getting coffee, and probably flying later today, as usual. She's a Gryffindor, she celebrates small victories all the time. WON'T YOU COME AND JOIN HER. (P.S. she's 20 years old now, no one has to feel creepy.)]

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It's not in my nature to question events of this nature.

[Just take hideous advantage of them.]

No, and if you get a good kiss out of it, who's to complain? Is that it?

My train of thought exactly.

You've got a better attitude towards these things than most, I reckon.

[And Ginny sticks out her hand.]

I don't think we've properly met. Ginny Weasley.

Howl P-

[He cuts himself off. That ruse was busted a long time ago.]

Jenkins. Pleasure to meet you, Ginny.

Howl Puh-Jenkins.

[Her grin turns a touch more teasing.]

Pleasure's all mine. You miss Wales much? It is Wales, isn't it?

You could stick with 'Howl' and keep it all rather less complicated.

[He tucks the shoes under his arm and makes his way to the front counter. You're coming, right?]

Originally, although I haven't lived there in some years. Can't seem to shake the accent. I suppose you're from the Valleys from life, so they say.

[Of course she's coming. She sort of half owns the place.]

I think it's nice hearing a bit of something familiar. I'm from Devon, but I spend most of the year up in Scotland for school.

You're not going to try those on?

Devon, is it? We're practically neighbours, then.

I've bought enough shoes in my day to have a good feel for these things.

[Many, MANY pairs of shoes.]