"Yeah, something where I'm not sweating through it would be nice," Ginny agreed, relieved. There were cooling charms, sure, but it would still be hot.
Ginny looked less than enthused as Fleur fingered the pink. She'd look like a freckled flamingo in pink. Especially next to Gabrielle, who was. . . very like Fleur, looks wise. They were both very blond and pretty and. . . not redheaded.
"Different colors wouldn't be so bad." Ginny considered joking that she could wear black, to signify the death of Bill's single life, but figured that probably wouldn't go over very well.
Ginny did at least make an effort to get along with Fleur these days. It didn't help that half of her rants to one brother or another about Fleur ended up with them laughing about Ginny's vehemence. "Do you know what you want it to look like? Or did your sister say anything?" Hair up or down, jewelry or no jewelery. Those were the sorts of things you thought about for bridesmaids. Not that Ginny had ever planned a wedding. . . but she WAS a girl. She'd thought about what hers would be like, once or twice, even if she'd rather die than admit that.