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[ accidental video ]
[When the visual feed flickers to life, the only thing visible is the colour purple. Everywhere. It covers the lens and it seems to be vibrating with low purrs, too soft and squeaky to be a cat's. This image lingers for about a minute and then the colour shuffles away, and the curious Arnold the Pygmy Puff is in focus. The tiny ball of fur is sitting on a kitchen table littered with gardening tools, potted plants, and dirt. Behind him are cabinets, one flung open to reveal jars and bottles labeled with careful, neat writing. The kitchen counter has a modestly-sized pewter cauldron on it, still wet from its scrubbing and now set out to dry.
This is the abandoned Wizarding cabin by the forest, not so abandoned this fine early morning. It looks like no one has lived in it for months. Halfway out of the frame is a window illuminated by sunlight and through which a redheaded young woman is visible. She cradles an armful of potted plants close to her chest while her free arm waves her wand through the air, which seems to shimmer with an odd golden light, but... well, couldn't that just be a trick of the sun? And then she starts walking out of the frame...
... only to reappear a few seconds later, but now she's in the cabin, strolling into the kitchen and setting down more pots, the table rattling, the device knocking over. Now the video is sideways, but the viewer can see Ginny Weasley, dirt streaked across her nose and a thoughtful frown firmly in place.]
Arnold, what're you doing? Come on, you're in the way.
[The pygmy puff gets scooped up and set on the witch's shoulder and Ginny takes up a blue quill and sucks on the tip of it, still frowning down at the table and the things scattered across it. She releases the DictoQuill, letting it balance on its point on a length of parchment, waiting. Ginny clears her throat and starts speaking, walking between the table and the cabinets, listing herbs and potions ingredients aloud.]
Lovage, dittany... oh, for Merlin's sake, who needs that much moonstone? Must've been Fred and George who-oh. Well, someone kept up on preserving the... that's fairly disgusting. Useful, but... er, right, that's... all of it?
[Ginny rises on her tiptoes and shifts aside a few jars and clay pots in the cabinets, her back to the camera. As she talks, the quill jots down her words on the table, picking up where she left off all on its own. There's already a list on the parchment; she's clearly been at this for a while now.]
Belladona, aconite, nettles... Though I really should just get rid of the first one.
[This as she goes through some freshly-cut plants at the table now, pulling on a pair of gardening gloves as she handles them. Her next words are directed to no one in particular, probably Arnold, because he's her only audience at the moment. Or so she thinks.]
Most of Neville's Muggle plants did fine. Not exactly a surprise, is it, Arnold? It's the magical ones that need to be sorted.
[Pause. The redhead runs gritty fingers through her hair in absent thought, brows still knit.]
I wonder if Xanadu's got a few things from home. They must have managed somehow.
[ooc; sup tl;dr. Forward-dated just a few hours to about 9 AM. With the weather getting cold soon, Ginny is thinking she should start saving and cataloguing what little potions ingredients she's got left, starting with an herb garden started by Hermione and Neville back in the day. And Snape was here once. So. Aww yeah, witchy times.]
[When the visual feed flickers to life, the only thing visible is the colour purple. Everywhere. It covers the lens and it seems to be vibrating with low purrs, too soft and squeaky to be a cat's. This image lingers for about a minute and then the colour shuffles away, and the curious Arnold the Pygmy Puff is in focus. The tiny ball of fur is sitting on a kitchen table littered with gardening tools, potted plants, and dirt. Behind him are cabinets, one flung open to reveal jars and bottles labeled with careful, neat writing. The kitchen counter has a modestly-sized pewter cauldron on it, still wet from its scrubbing and now set out to dry.
This is the abandoned Wizarding cabin by the forest, not so abandoned this fine early morning. It looks like no one has lived in it for months. Halfway out of the frame is a window illuminated by sunlight and through which a redheaded young woman is visible. She cradles an armful of potted plants close to her chest while her free arm waves her wand through the air, which seems to shimmer with an odd golden light, but... well, couldn't that just be a trick of the sun? And then she starts walking out of the frame...
... only to reappear a few seconds later, but now she's in the cabin, strolling into the kitchen and setting down more pots, the table rattling, the device knocking over. Now the video is sideways, but the viewer can see Ginny Weasley, dirt streaked across her nose and a thoughtful frown firmly in place.]
Arnold, what're you doing? Come on, you're in the way.
[The pygmy puff gets scooped up and set on the witch's shoulder and Ginny takes up a blue quill and sucks on the tip of it, still frowning down at the table and the things scattered across it. She releases the DictoQuill, letting it balance on its point on a length of parchment, waiting. Ginny clears her throat and starts speaking, walking between the table and the cabinets, listing herbs and potions ingredients aloud.]
Lovage, dittany... oh, for Merlin's sake, who needs that much moonstone? Must've been Fred and George who-oh. Well, someone kept up on preserving the... that's fairly disgusting. Useful, but... er, right, that's... all of it?
[Ginny rises on her tiptoes and shifts aside a few jars and clay pots in the cabinets, her back to the camera. As she talks, the quill jots down her words on the table, picking up where she left off all on its own. There's already a list on the parchment; she's clearly been at this for a while now.]
Belladona, aconite, nettles... Though I really should just get rid of the first one.
[This as she goes through some freshly-cut plants at the table now, pulling on a pair of gardening gloves as she handles them. Her next words are directed to no one in particular, probably Arnold, because he's her only audience at the moment. Or so she thinks.]
Most of Neville's Muggle plants did fine. Not exactly a surprise, is it, Arnold? It's the magical ones that need to be sorted.
[Pause. The redhead runs gritty fingers through her hair in absent thought, brows still knit.]
I wonder if Xanadu's got a few things from home. They must have managed somehow.
[ooc; sup tl;dr. Forward-dated just a few hours to about 9 AM. With the weather getting cold soon, Ginny is thinking she should start saving and cataloguing what little potions ingredients she's got left, starting with an herb garden started by Hermione and Neville back in the day. And Snape was here once. So. Aww yeah, witchy times.]