[The camera tries to focus, but whoever is holding the thing keeps flailing about. It’s far too late, or maybe far too early for this sort of disturbance unless of course you’re the Doctor.

What do you know. Here he is as the camera finally settles and focuses in on him sparkly hat and all]

HELLO CITY! WELCOME TO 2012! What a smashing year this ( Read more... )

[ There is a Luna on your screens, City. She's sitting on a bench in the park and looking exhausted. Not to mention sad. Still, when she turns to the camera, she smiles. Forever an optimist. ]

I don't suppose any of you have seen Neville Longbottom lately? I've been looking for him everywhere.

He's--

A very dear friend of mine. I hope he's all right.

( Read more... )

[ The screen is filled with the sight of two large gray eyes. Framed by some distinct spectacles peering back at everything in their sight with a steady, unblinking gaze.

Someone still hasn't figured out how their camera works.

Finally, though, the eyes speak. At least they sound friendly, if oddly calm considering the circumstances. ]

Oh! I remember ( Read more... )

[Bender appears on the screen, muttering under his breath. In the background, you can probably spot Luna standing calmly and it's kind of clear she's obviously waiting for him to say something.]

Well, firstly, I wanted to make this message because, uh... I hope you've all learnt a lesson from this! The important lesson that you should never ignore ( Read more... )

[ There is a gigantic felt shamrock bobbing in and out of frame. Say hello to it, City! Ever so slowly, the camera zooms out to reveal the comically large hat it is attached to... and the blonde wearing it. Luna appears to have found herself in some kind of bar or pub, drinking something bright green (don't worry, it's non-alcoholic), eyes glued to ( Read more... )

[ Hey, City, say hello to the pair of big gray bug eyes staring at you! They seem to be framed by something pink and a pair of radish shaped earrings. Oh, and they’re all accompanied by a tiny frown and a disembodied, dreamy voice. ]

My Spectrespecs don’t seem to be working... I suppose the Ministry’s disabled them, as they don’t want anyone ( Read more... )

[Cue the curious peering into the camera. It's a young lady, late teens, with incredibly bushy brown hair and a worried expression on her face.]
Ah, excuse me, that odd woman back inside this building said that this would allow me to speak to a network of people, but it's a bit nerve wracking to speak to a lot of total strangers.[Behind her, a ( Read more... )