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[bitesvampires]

[Will is in Xanadu, and currently lazing about beneath a tree, an apple in hand - green, for the record, rather than gold. He looks, it has to be said, exceptionally comfortable and contented.

He's also full of complete and utter crap.]When I awoke this morning, I had the strongest urge to travel to the north, perhaps to the coast, or at least to

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[byweavinglives]

You saw nymphs.

[bitesvampires]

I believe my point was that I did not.

[byweavinglives]

Cleaning stables might be better. I've heard that nymphs aren't so kind to meet.

[bitesvampires]

Not if it requires the destruction of walls or the changing of river paths - and there are many that aren't kind to meet; that's hardly a deterrent.

[shall_yield_us]

And yet here you are, and they style me mad, and opiates, was it? What tumbled down your tongue and wrestled with your teeth, until Athena graced the stage and Hercules descended?

[bitesvampires]

I didn't mention opiates. In fact, I make a habit of avoiding them - I once had an experience I'd rather not repeat.

[shall_yield_us]

Oh? Oh, indeed?

[bitesvampires]

I believed myself to be a ferret.

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[7thborn]

[Ginny's having a grand time flying along through Xanadu on her broom; she simply intends to keep drifting along with her toes of her shoes skimming the treetops, but her communicator slips from her pocket when she avoids a branch. She circles back sharply, dropping into a steep dive to catch the damn thing, and though she doesn't like Seeking nearly as much as Chasing, she's not half bad at it. She pulls up slowly, looking at her device with mild irritation, then glances around to see if there is anyone around to see her, and-oh.

She knows that one.]

Having a picnic?

[bitesvampires]

[He glances up with a start at the voice, recognising it immediately. He doesn't respond though, not at first, his expression instead shifting quickly into wide-eyed, silent surprise. After a moment, though, he seems to remember himself, and he redirects his attention to the apples.]

I haven't got a large enough spread of food, for that - some pastries would be good, and some wine, and I'd need a blanket to sit on and a bit of company, and then, I think, there'd possibly be a need for ice cream.

[He pauses, as if considering.] I don't believe I've ever arranged a successful picnic, so I could be mistaken, of course.

[He glances back at her, gaze resting not-so-subtly on the broom (he hates being taken by surprise, and being utterly taken aback by what's in front of him-) and he frowns for a moment.]

I suppose it makes a change to walking.

[7thborn]

Well, it sounds like you know what ought to go into a successful picnic. Then again, I don't believe I've ever had one, so I could be wrong.

[She grins, partially to show she's teasing and partially to ease what she knows is a rather awkward situation. She usually likes to keep the broomstick flying relatively secret unless someone wants to learn. True enough many of her friends know she wants to do this for a living, but springing it on someone like this isn't exactly ideal. Ginny catches the shift in his gaze, gently bringing the broom back down so that she's barely hovering above the grass, and his comment earns a sheepish shrug.]

Walking's slower.

[bitesvampires]

Walking was never intended to be very fast.

[He watches her guide the broom and he can't deny that he's impressed - inwardly, at least. He imagines his expression reflects it to some degree, but it's not something he's entirely sure of how to comment on - so he doesn't; instead, he shoots her a look of mock horror.]

You've never been on a picnic. Why, Miss Weasley, I'm both shocked and disappointed. [A pause, and he shrugs.] Knowing and doing are two very different things, although I suppose I could always blame it on the company rather than the food. I suspect it's more accurate, anyhow.