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[Welcome, citizens of the City, to yet another of the Weasley twins' home videos. Today's segment is brought to you by the color green, because at the moment, that's all that's really to be seen: fast moving expanses of green. It takes a moment to focus and clear, but eventually the green can be recognized as the leaves of trees, though what exactly has them moving by so quickly isn't entirely clear until the ground comes into view and Fred turns the camera to himself.]

Evening, mates. Georgie and I've a special treat for you lot today, though particularly for our dearly beloved baby sister. Pay close attention, now.

[There's really no need for close attention though, because as he starts filming his progression through the forest (this time by foot), a wide clearing comes into view. It wasn't made by natural means, and there are three long posts at either end that raise up quite a ways before ending in hoops. Fred gets a good faraway shot of it before turning the camera to his brother, who oddly enough, has a broom in hand, as well as a fair sized ball under the other arm.]

Thank you, Fred. Now I am aware that a great deal of you are woefully ignorant on the subject, so here we go. Say hello to Quiddich, City. The best bloody sport known to wizard kind. The main objective of the game is so get these, [He holds up one of the bright red balls.] through there. [He then points to the large lollipop-like hoops several hundred feet in the air. ] There are bludgers and snitches and other things to worry about, but that’s the main idea. Which is where the brooms come in handy.

[Chuckling a bit, Fred turns the view back to himself as he starts walking again.]

Not bad work for just under a month, eh? But we're not here to bore you with the details of construction and gameplay, brilliant though it may be. We're here to recruit, and before you can ask what for, we've decided to show you.

[A neat swish can be heard, and then the camera begins the move again, but rather than the jerky movements of Fred walking, it's moving smoothly - and filming Fred walking before it to join his brother's side, both with their own broom in hand. You can see him turn to him and grin, a quiet "Ready?" passing between them. They mount their brooms at the same time, and then they're off, zipping about the miniature pitch with Fred following close on George's tail. They make a show of spinning about the hoops and doing tricks across the field before Fred knocks into George and takes the ball - a Quaffle, as it were - and rushes off to the goalposts in an attempt to throw it through the highest of the three hoops. George intercepts and takes the ball back, heading to the other posts to throw it through lazily. It's enough of a demonstrations for them, and they fly past each other in the center of the field with a high five before making their way back to the device. Fred lands neatly and takes it back in hand to film George again.]

All there is to it! How many of you think you could handle that?

And allergic to sports or not, you'll not be getting out of this one, Hermione!

[Fred's grinning for it, but it sounds an awful lot like a subtle threat. Quidditch is very serious business, you know. There's laughter, another high five of victory and accomplishment, and then the feed shuts off.]

[ooc; The twins made a Quidditch pitch! They know Ginny's been itching for a game and they have everything else - brooms and enchanted balls (teehee) - so this was really all there was left to do. I know Gin's already been giving flying lessons, but anyone else that wants in is more than welcome. They need at least 14 people to play a proper game, but they can make do with what they get. Both George and Fred will be replying!]

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I'd love to see you test the Anti-Apparation Jinx on this flat.

[Said with a challenging smirk, but obviously she's rushing to get going, tugging on her gloves and boots, pulling her hair back into a swift braid.]

It'd be a mess, for certain, and you'd have the pleasure of cleaning it up.

[He tosses her a wink, an unspoken "Godspeed!" because there is too much excitement going on here to wait much longer.]

[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,]

OI! YOU TWO!

[George pulls in beside her.]

You called?

[Fred swings in on the other side, grinning ear to ear, and gives her a soft elbow.]

She beckons so graciously, this one. I think you've only scared off half the forest. Give another shout.

[Ginny rolls her eyes and elbows both of them with a good-natured laugh. She's glowing, really, eyes shining and cheeks flushed, grin wide enough to rival Fred's, and she can't stop looking around the pitch like it's her birthday and Christmas all rolled into one. She never thought to make one. Neither did Harry, Regulus, or anyone else. They never thought there'd be enough people for a league. She still doesn't think they do, but this is here and it's the closest to home she's seen in years.]

Shut up. [She can't stop laughing, either, hovering in the air and itching to go racing around.] You both know as well as I do that Quidditch's a bloody loud game. Where's the fun if we're not insulting the other team? Or is that considered a foul? Poor sportsmanship? [She winks.] Eh, you pillocks?

Pillocks? Really? After all this effort we went through?

I feel as though we may've made a grave miscalculation here, Georgie.

[But they'd have to be blind to miss the excitement poring from every fiber of Ginny's being. It's a damn welcome sight, and Fred just about absorbs that vibrance until he can't just sit there anymore.]

Well? What're we waiting for? Let's give her a go.

Then let me fix things.

[She hasn't said it yet, has she? Ginny pulls her broom out from between them and turns so she's hovering to face them, still smiling, and her voice takes on a softer and entirely sincere note: ]

Thank you.

[She's the luckiest witch in the world to have brothers like hers. How many would put together a Quidditch pitch for their baby sister? Merlin, but she loves them. She missed them immensely and as much as she hates the City, she can't quite thank it enough for bringing them here. Then she winks at them and tightens her grip on her broom, steading her feet on the foot supports and drawing in a breath.]

Last one around the pitch has to wrestle the Bludgers back into their case.

[AND OFF SHE GOES.]

[How dare you distract them with sentimentality, woman. George takes off as well and is head-to-head with her within moments.]

[Twice now, these two've pulled a trick on him. For the least sentimental family on the planet, her gratitude really does catch him off guard. They both zip past before he even has time to register it, and then he's close on their tail. But as a Beater? Speed's never been their main offense.

Offense is his main offense.

Fred gets within arms length of George, then shoves a hand in his pocket and throws a handful of their own firecrackers above their heads, high enough to explode a safe distance away, but close enough to shock, startle and amaze. Maybe it's the distraction he needs to get ahead. Or maybe it's just really pretty. Who knows, with Fred?]

[Bollocks to that. Ginny spares a glance to her brothers when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye, and she's about to call Fred out on cobbing but the fireworks go instead of an elbow, and she risks a look skyward. They're beautiful, of course, they always are—they're her favourite of their inventions. It does slow her down because she's laughing, utterly delighted, and then she's entirely professional and competitive again.

Ginny falls behind the twins; she chooses to. She shifts her grip on the broom, the craft finely tuned to her every move since it was made for her, and she lets it drop a few feet below. Chasers have to be fast. Seekers even faster, and she's done both - and done well. She's all about tactics, too. She leans forward until she's flat against her broom handle and picks up speed, darting cleanly beneath the twins and pulling up a little ahead. Whether she'll keep this lead or not is up in the air, but she isn't going to give up so easily.]

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