[She rolls her eyes and it's the last thing the device broadcasts before she ducks out of the frame, snatches up her broom, and shuts off the feed. She leaves it on her bed, knowing she won't need it while she's pulling her best attempt at a Wronski Feint, and dashes out of the apartment, well out of the protective enchantments so she can Disapparate in the hallway. She reappears with a sharp crack where she guesses the pitch must be, and she's right, she can see the goal posts rising up into the sky and she breaks into the broadest grin as a deep, warm sense of home spreads through her being.
Ginny mounts her broom, handmade by Regulus Black, and kicks off into the air, circling the whole pitch and letting out a cheer of pure elation, and then she calls out,]
you can fly you can fly you can fly
Ginny mounts her broom, handmade by Regulus Black, and kicks off into the air, circling the whole pitch and letting out a cheer of pure elation, and then she calls out,]
OI! YOU TWO!