The idea that Romilda had fought dragons had amused him. Not that he didn't believe she couldn't fight dragons, more that he couldn't picture her doing so without much over-dramatized bravado and a mostly ridiculous outfit. He'd been watching far too many movies recently. Perhaps he should get outside more. Maybe he'd even get back to those dancing lessons again.
He decided to use the floo, taking care to be sure he wouldn't tumble out of the fireplace this time. His neck had hurt a bit after that one. He threw the floo powder in before stepping into the flame and saying Romilda's address. When he landed in the fireplace, he immediately put out his hand. All right. So far, so good.
He stepped out of the fireplace as gracefully as possible before saying, "One special snowflake here to celebrate the life of one Romilda Vane."