[Christopher has been warier than usual in his expeditions around the City ever since the slug infestation, and it's quite a relief to not have to worry about that any more
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as sweet as a warm wind in summer;7thbornJuly 31 2010, 03:36:11 UTC
[Ginny Weasley is flying. Nothing unusual about this, of course, but she relishes the feeling of weightlessness and the rush of wind through her vivid hair as if it were the first time, every time. The thrum of the broom handle under her practiced hands is something she had missed in the long weeks of being earthbound by her shoulder; now, she is skimming the City skyline.
She takes the long and lazy way to the meeting spot she'd decided on with Christopher, who is a wonderfully unexpected sort of friend she's come to know over the past few months. The witch had known him in passing, of course, what with Hermione running the potions shop and all while she was still here. But conversations have been running long and suddenly here she is, the toes of her shoes brushing the grass as she comes in for a smooth landing by the forest-to think she'd enjoy discussing magic as much as her Muggleborn friend. Wouldn't she be proud.
Ginny can't help but grin to herself at the thought as she dismounts her broom.]
as sweet as a warm wind in summer;iknowmoreAugust 1 2010, 12:02:25 UTC
[Christopher has been waiting for her, having arrived only minutes before. He's been following her flight ever since the broomstick was within sight - her flying is nothing like that of the witches on broomsticks back home. Not that he's seen many, but Ginny's handling of it makes it look as if she was born to be up there in the air.
Of course another part of him is also busy favourably comparing travelling by broomstick to travelling by horse. He'd take a broom any day, even if what he's really been longing to get his hands on is an automobile.
But! He can't let his thoughts run away with him like this, and he greets her when she lands with a pleased smile. Nothing cheers him up like some practical magic.]
I say, no wonder you're good at that flying sport of yours if that's how you always fly.
as sweet as a warm wind in summer;7thbornAugust 1 2010, 12:13:07 UTC
[She has a healthy appreciation of automobiles in a fascinated sort of way. Blame that one on her father for enchanting the old Ford Anglia to fly. Christopher's words, of course, has a broader smile splitting across her face, shoulders shrugging good-naturedly. Ginny's as cocky as the next Gryffindor but there's a time and place for it-and the young man standing across from her is far from her competition on the Quidditch pitch.]
I've been practicing for years. [With joking secretiveness,] Just between you and me? I borrowed my brothers' brooms without them knowing since I was six years old. Gave them a bit of a surprise when I tried out for the team at fifteen, I'll tell you that!
[Ginny laughs, then, resting the broom against a tree and whipping her wand out of her belt, brows raised.]
You mentioned flying brooms in your world, didn't you? Ever been on one?
as sweet as a warm wind in summer;iknowmoreAugust 1 2010, 12:17:54 UTC
[For the sake of everyone in the City, never mention a flying car to Christopher. He'll get Ideas, and those never end well.]
Since you were six? Now, that's what I call starting early. I'm surprised you managed to keep it a secret from them for that long.
[No wands for Christopher, so instead he stands there with his hands in his pockets, busy looking over the broom with witchsight to try and see just what spells are on it to make it fly.]
What? Oh, yes, I know some witches do use them there. But I've never tried it myself.
[Once he nears the forest, there is a black-haired woman sitting off to the side, near the treeline, strange tool in hand, toying with something on the opposite hand. On the back of her neck, reaching into her shirt and hair, is a sprawl of silver cybernetic implants. She looks up when he comes close enough, and her eyes track him with the utmost attention.]
[Even though he's nearly at his destination, Christopher can't help but be distracted by anything out of the ordinary - even if out of the ordinary is ordinary here in the City.
Is that technology of some sort on her back? But he stops staring once she looks at him, and calls out a greeting instead. No harm in being friendly, is there?]
[He's running early for his meeting and it seems like the polite thing to do to continue the conversation, trying not to be obvious about looking to see what she's doing to her hand.]
Clearing up a bit, you mean? I suppose it is, though how long that'll last here is anyone's guess.
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She takes the long and lazy way to the meeting spot she'd decided on with Christopher, who is a wonderfully unexpected sort of friend she's come to know over the past few months. The witch had known him in passing, of course, what with Hermione running the potions shop and all while she was still here. But conversations have been running long and suddenly here she is, the toes of her shoes brushing the grass as she comes in for a smooth landing by the forest-to think she'd enjoy discussing magic as much as her Muggleborn friend. Wouldn't she be proud.
Ginny can't help but grin to herself at the thought as she dismounts her broom.]
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Of course another part of him is also busy favourably comparing travelling by broomstick to travelling by horse. He'd take a broom any day, even if what he's really been longing to get his hands on is an automobile.
But! He can't let his thoughts run away with him like this, and he greets her when she lands with a pleased smile. Nothing cheers him up like some practical magic.]
I say, no wonder you're good at that flying sport of yours if that's how you always fly.
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I've been practicing for years. [With joking secretiveness,] Just between you and me? I borrowed my brothers' brooms without them knowing since I was six years old. Gave them a bit of a surprise when I tried out for the team at fifteen, I'll tell you that!
[Ginny laughs, then, resting the broom against a tree and whipping her wand out of her belt, brows raised.]
You mentioned flying brooms in your world, didn't you? Ever been on one?
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Since you were six? Now, that's what I call starting early. I'm surprised you managed to keep it a secret from them for that long.
[No wands for Christopher, so instead he stands there with his hands in his pockets, busy looking over the broom with witchsight to try and see just what spells are on it to make it fly.]
What? Oh, yes, I know some witches do use them there. But I've never tried it myself.
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Is that technology of some sort on her back? But he stops staring once she looks at him, and calls out a greeting instead. No harm in being friendly, is there?]
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The atmosphere is getting better.
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Clearing up a bit, you mean? I suppose it is, though how long that'll last here is anyone's guess.
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