That's what we were doing. Spinning past dozens of fireplaces and catching glimpses of those peoples lives. Though to me it felt like falling. Ella must have thought so too, because when we caught a glimpse of Harley I saw her try to land on her feet but she ended up falling to the ground again. I was able to somersault out of the fireplace and almost was able to stand back up but ended up joining Ella on the ground. My clothes were rumpled and covered in ash and my hair was all over the place, but other than that I was intact which was unusual for me. Usually traveling by floo powder ended with having at least three bruises.