Who: Ginny Weasley & Open What: Arrival When: Late morning, around 11am Where: Outside the Library Rating: PG maybe Status: In progress
After finding herself in a library, which at first had been impressive, until she realized none of the books at words, she was then quite forcefully ushered out, and no matter how many hexes she threw, nothing stopped the suits of armour from throwing her out. Moving suits of armour didn't bother her, and neither did empty books, but the black device shoved into her hands confused her.
For ten minutes or so, Ginny sat in her Quidditch gear, broom by her side, trying to figure out the box thing, every now and then looking over her shoulder to shoot glares in the direction of the library.
Twenty minutes later she knew that this seemed like a situation where both muggles and wizards were working together somehow, and that what time you were from, at least, didn't matter, because Merlin was writing at her through the black thing. She looked up from the device in her hand, the way she was holding it still showing she wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do with the thing. It was just a device, after all. If she wanted to talk to someone, she'd use the fire place, or an owl, or simply pop over and see what they were doing. This just seemed more complicated.
Finally, she stood up, and picked up her broom, holding it at her side. She was about to play the Tornado's when she ended up here. Ginny was never going to hear the end of this from her team, and if she missed her match, there was going to be hell to pay from her.