Ginny and Hermione, lateish at night
"We definitely need a plan. I can't say if we got enough information, but we have a great deal."
She recounted the observations her and Harry had found, hoping that she had remembered all of them. It seemed to be quite enough for Hermione anyway, because she got that look on her face, the one that meant her brain was working a hundred miles an hour, and Ginny knew that she would figure it out. Ginny would never be as smart as her friend, but she was resourceful and daring, and together they could outsmart the whole world, she was sure of it.
There was one thing, though. Something she'd been thinking about ever since they walked through that suburb, talking about the kids and the schools and staring out windows and asking stupid questions.
"Sometimes I wonder," she said, just as Hermione got ready to go back to the party. "How it would've been if things were different. With me and Harry."