"Ginny, we're not being very good sports," Ginny and I laughed at her.

"Oh, and you have no magic," Ginny said, pointing at the dress. Genius Ginny had thought up a dress that prevents magic, and it looked awful.

"Ginny, will you take her far, far away," I asked, "so she won't find us again."

"I still have adjustments to make to the show, you do it."

"I don't want to do it."

"You're going to have to do it, so there," she stuck her tounge out, smiling.

"Fine, do you have the anti-magic blindfold?" I asked.

"Rose it's in your hand."

"Oh."

After about two hours, I had road out of London, dropped the witch off at some random farm, and road back. Ginny was waiting with my costume laid out. "Another show," she said smiling.

"Let's do this," I say, twirling my top hat on.