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[hexuality]

[ 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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[intheblanks]

Are you? [He raises an eyebrow.] I wasn't planning to be, but in the light of that I might have to change my mind.

[hexuality]

What? No, no, I mean—

[CHASE. STOP IT. SHE'S TURNING THE COLOUR OF HER HAIR.]

Not that it was terrible or that you're awful at snogging, it's just— [Weird because you used to date my best friend ages ago and I feel like she's watching or something.] I didn't expect to have a repeat of the first time we met.

Like I said.

[intheblanks]

I haven't heard it called snogging since I was fifteen.

[It's making him grin. For that matter, so is the colour she's turning, and he determines to see if her skin can outdo her hair.]

Fine. I'm sorry I didn't ask you out the first time we met. Or did I?

[hexuality]

[I was seventeen, so. No.

Yeah, like she's going to say that. She clears her throat and crosses her arms, huffing out a breath and a smile.]

No, you didn't. I was sort of dating at the time. Besides, I got the feeling I wasn't your type.

[intheblanks]

[She's been twenty (almost) as long as he remembers knowing her. To be honest, it's still a little young, but not quite enough to be a deterrent. Especially as the city is near devoid of women his age (that he hasn't already divorced). He tilts his head.]

I've dated redheads before.

[hexuality]

I bet none of them were witches.

[She studies him a moment, unsure what to make of all this. Surely he's not suggesting—well, not that she is totally disinterested, she's just never considered... Ginny raises an eyebrow at him.]

You're not actually asking me out, are you?

[intheblanks]

Not in the magic sense of the word.

[But then he just looks confused, folding the shirt he really should be paying for right now over one arm to study her.]

Was there a part of 'do you want to get a drink after work' that was confusing for you? I mean, I guess we can drink here, if you like. Or at my place.

[That last part sounds far too much like an invitation.]

[hexuality]

[If he's confused, Merlin knows what she is. This is Claire's ex-boyfriend. Yes, it's been years, and yes, maybe she fancied him for a second (who didn't, though?), but this is a little out of nowhere and she actually doesn't know how to respond properly beyond laughing it off. And that's rather rude.

Or at my place. Bloody hell.

POLITE FACE GO.]

Nothing wrong with the Blue Light for some catching up.