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[ accidental video ]
[When the video starts, the first thing visible is a cat’s swishing tail in front of the camera. Crookshanks is obviously to blame for this broadcast and he’s stepping away now to reveal the witch in question, a few paces away from the table. Today she’s set to go back to work at the Blue Light.
Ginny Weasley is preparing her morning tea, clad in pyjamas and her hair still tousled from sleep. Nothing unusual about this - except that her right arm is bound in a sling, forcing her to wield her wand in her left hand… which may or may not prove disastrous. So far, so good, however, as she’s been sending things like a mug, a plate of toast, butter and jam jars flying over to the table. Not because she's lazy, no, she can do that just fine without magic, but she's practicing. Looks like she’s gotten the hang of it. But she is eyeing the kettle on the stove with some level of wariness; before she can do or say anything else, the kettle whistles loudly.]
Alright. [Murmured softly to herself.] Nothing's gone wrong yet. Besides, the spells aren’t the problem. And a kettle's not much heavier.
[The initial levitation spell is successful, but there’s a startled and angry yowl that goes along with it because-oh, oops, Ginny’s levitated the cat too.]
Oh-oh, shite, Crookshanks, hold on, let me-
[There’s a twirl of the wand now and though it sets the cat on top of the fridge, it also upends the kettle, spilling its boiling contents onto the kitchen tile. This is where Ginny’s quick reflexes haven’t been quite hindered by her recent injury; with a colourful expletive, she jabs the wand and raises it high, scooping the hot liquid into the air before it hits the ground and her bare feet. The witch banishes the scalding ribbon of water to the sink, watching it steam and drain away innocently. The kettle follows with a clang. Impressive? Yes. Intentional? Not at all.
Ginny looks down at her wand with an accusatory glare before leaning back on the counter with a heavy sigh, eyes closing. It’s going to be a long few weeks.]
Bollocks.
[From his perch, Crookshanks hisses with irritation; Ginny doesn't even spare him a glance.]
Shut it, you, or I'll turn you into a pillow.
[ooc; sorry to post and run but suddenly got hit with a massive wave of sleepy so i'm going to bed. backtags in the morning!]
[When the video starts, the first thing visible is a cat’s swishing tail in front of the camera. Crookshanks is obviously to blame for this broadcast and he’s stepping away now to reveal the witch in question, a few paces away from the table. Today she’s set to go back to work at the Blue Light.
Ginny Weasley is preparing her morning tea, clad in pyjamas and her hair still tousled from sleep. Nothing unusual about this - except that her right arm is bound in a sling, forcing her to wield her wand in her left hand… which may or may not prove disastrous. So far, so good, however, as she’s been sending things like a mug, a plate of toast, butter and jam jars flying over to the table. Not because she's lazy, no, she can do that just fine without magic, but she's practicing. Looks like she’s gotten the hang of it. But she is eyeing the kettle on the stove with some level of wariness; before she can do or say anything else, the kettle whistles loudly.]
Alright. [Murmured softly to herself.] Nothing's gone wrong yet. Besides, the spells aren’t the problem. And a kettle's not much heavier.
[The initial levitation spell is successful, but there’s a startled and angry yowl that goes along with it because-oh, oops, Ginny’s levitated the cat too.]
Oh-oh, shite, Crookshanks, hold on, let me-
[There’s a twirl of the wand now and though it sets the cat on top of the fridge, it also upends the kettle, spilling its boiling contents onto the kitchen tile. This is where Ginny’s quick reflexes haven’t been quite hindered by her recent injury; with a colourful expletive, she jabs the wand and raises it high, scooping the hot liquid into the air before it hits the ground and her bare feet. The witch banishes the scalding ribbon of water to the sink, watching it steam and drain away innocently. The kettle follows with a clang. Impressive? Yes. Intentional? Not at all.
Ginny looks down at her wand with an accusatory glare before leaning back on the counter with a heavy sigh, eyes closing. It’s going to be a long few weeks.]
Bollocks.
[From his perch, Crookshanks hisses with irritation; Ginny doesn't even spare him a glance.]
Shut it, you, or I'll turn you into a pillow.
[ooc; sorry to post and run but suddenly got hit with a massive wave of sleepy so i'm going to bed. backtags in the morning!]