Two redheads walk into a bar... Who: Ginny Weasley, possibly Emma Dobbs and whoever happens to wander by. What: Celebrating a win. When: Friday 26th of August, 2005. Late-ish. Where: Random sort of pub somewhere in London. Probably. Rating: Eh. Low-ish?
Emma was late. Being her it could range from a Kneazle ninja cuddle to some sort of animal's more or less (probably more) disgusting shit in some unlikely place. Or maybe just good old-fashioned lateness of an unspecific variety.
Either way, Ginny wasn't complaining. There was a pub, there had been greasy food and now there was beer, all to celebrate an awesome win (she said modestly). Top it off with a pretty girl over by the window, and she was all good.