WHO: Ginny Weasley and Zach Smith WHAT: Making nice WHERE: Corridor and then possibly someplace else. IDK WHEN: Saturday Night nearish curfew WHY: Because Zach knows her secrets...(that sounds dirty) RATING: LOW(ish) STATUS: Complete
Shaela's message to stay out of the dungeons had done it's job. Ginny wasn't going to be going down there any time soon, that was for sure. But she couldn't sit idle in Pansy's room either. She was too restless and full of nerves for that. She couldn't focus on practicing with her wand or on reading anything. The only way to burn that kind of anxiousness was to move around and try to distract oneself. She'd taken a basket of laundry from Pansy's room. An alibi being only as good as the evidence surrounding it, she figured it would at least keep her out of trouble. Maybe. If she looked like she was wandering with a purpose, there was less of a chance of someone bothering her.
She'd managed to get quite a distance from Pansy's room in what she thought had been a short amount of time, but then again, she hadn't really been paying attention to the walk. Figuring curfew would be coming on soon, she turned to head back but tripped over her own clumsy feet and went falling to the ground, the laundry spilling out of the basket and littering the corridor. She lay there for a long moment, trying to figure out just how she'd managed it before she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees with some effort. Bugger. She flipped the basket right side up and began tossing things in, pausing to let out a sigh and run a hand through her messy fiery waves.