She didn't think she'd be overly nervous. Ginny hardly got nervous for anything anymore, she was good at shrugging things off. But just before one, she was in front of her mirror, fidgeting. Ginny was never one to overly doll herself up, except on rare occasions, but she still wanted to look...just right. An older version of her boyfriend, who was married to her in his time. The idea still sort of made her dizzy.
Sighing, she gave up. She trying to make herself 'just right' was insane. She was good enough as is, or so she figured anyway. And usually the Harry from her time had no complaints. Making sure her wand was secure in the pocket of her light zip up sweater, she took one last look around her hotel room and disapparated.
Ginny arrived in the park Harry had suggested a few seconds later. She had stopped caring if muggles saw her, it seemed that most of them had come to expect the 'weird' and 'different' around this city now, considering the place was crawling with magical things. She had appeared at the entrance, and then started to walk the rest of the way.
Soon enough she found herself walking toward what had to be the older version of Harry- he looked a lot like James had in pictures she had seen. Ginny ran a hand through her mass of flaming red hair nervously, before composing herself. If she could face down Death Eaters without flinching, she could face an older Harry just as easily. A small smile came to her face as she picked up her pace just a little. "Harry!" she said when he was close enough, and then slowed her pace again, waiting for him to notice her and see what he did first. How badly she wanted to to launch herself at him wasn't even funny. Stubbornness kept her from doing so.