► two → video/action。

[feigns]

[When the video first clicks on, all that's visible is Will's face and the top of his shoulders. The feed shifts slightly, and from the angle it's being held at, it would be reasonable to assume he's led down, and even more reasonable -- from the slight squint and the admittedly somewhat dirty red bricks visible in one corner of the screen -- to think that he's outside and on a wall. After a moment, he appears satisfied that the device is, in fact, turned on, and places it somewhat clumsily behind his head, slightly further along the wall.]

I assume if this were normal, it would have been mentioned somewhere in between the rampaging wooden animals and the impromptu, temporary marriages ― perhaps just after cats, but before the clones. I shan't complain, though I feel as if I ought to be speaking of― [he pauses for a moment, waving a hand vaguely and briefly adopting something approaching a passable West Country accent] ―thic faraway lands, visited only by a daring, and arguably foolish, few on gurt maggoty ships.

[He sits up suddenly, and turns round to study his device; he looks cheerful, albeit slightly grubby and fairly nonplussed by the situation as a whole, although it soon fades into poorly concealed irritation.]

Perhaps Bristol's only up the road, or Teignmouth to the west and Torquay just below that. I suppose we shan't ever know; in a few hours more, we'll be somewhere and somewhen else entirely, taking part in a wholly ridiculous scavenger hunt. Why would it be as simple as playing along in what amounts to a bastardised children's game?

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[bitesvampires.livejournal.com]

[It's a lie -- he has no intention of going to a tavern at all. He'd said it because he'd doubted that Ginny would want to accompany him, and he's glad to be proven correct. He's done it more often than not in London -- said that he's done one thing when he's done something else entirely, choosing instead to walk down to the docks or explore the various sights and sounds he must have seen a thousand times or more, and no-one seemed any the wiser. There were occasions when he thought that Jem might suspect that he doesn't get up to half of what he claims to, but Jem doesn't question him on the matter and they continue as normal.

He's not bothered by the fact that his conversations with Ginny seem to dissolve into arguments of some description; most of his conversations have a habit of doing as much, be it the result of him seeing how far he can push the other person or not, and he doesn't have a great deal of -- or any -- interest in 'making friends'.

He acknowledges her response with a slight tilt of his head.]

I'll do what I like.

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[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[Ginny shoots him a look, one that holds a number of different expressions, all of them difficult to discern from the other. This conversation is over, that much is clear. And whether what she's heard from him about his life back home is true or not is hard to say, but the former implies a measure of trust between them that Ginny doubts exists. Silently, she admonishes herself that she gives up stories of things close to her heart too easily, and maybe it is naivety on her part, some girlish optimism she often cannot afford to have, that has her doing so. Not everyone is a friend, not immediately, and the youngest Weasley knows that better than most people. Her history at home and in the City is testimony to that. And yet, she still tries.

Gryffindor persistence, after all.

She gives Will a final once over, lips pursed in mild irritation, and then she shrugs.]

Fine, then.

[She inclines her own head in a minute gesture, the movement stiff, and then she turns and heads the other way, resting the palm of her hand on the wall and leaping over it to the other side with an ease born of training for Quidditch and a warfront. The redheaded witch walks as far as she thinks is safest, and as soon as she's fairly certain Will isn't looking, she Disapparates with a sharp crack snapping through the salty air.

It could easily be mistaken for gunfire in this place. But Ginny needs to get home, needs to get to her broom to fly and unwind the tension, and disappearing on the spot is faster than walking.]