Harry had found, over the years, that the best method to avoid braining yourself on a mantel piece, or losing your lunch on the way out of the fireplace, was to keep your eyes firmly open to watch the other fireplaces rush past and then, just as you were slowing down, to thrust your arms out ahead of yourself so that if you did fall, at least you wouldn’t smash your face on the floor. This technique hadn’t steered him wrong in over ten years, except for that time he decided to floo after getting extremely drunk with Ron at the Leaky Cauldron but, honestly, he wasn’t sure what else he’d expected. Ginny hadn’t been pleased with the mess - the vomit or the blood.  