Ginny let out a small gasp and then a sigh of relief as the pain intensified under his touch before quickly ebbing. She let herself relax into his hands, slouching a bit as she pulled her feet up. She could feel how big his hands were compared to her small frame. It wasn't often that she realized just how small she was, but this was definitely one of those moments. "Merlin, that feels fantastic, Anthony." She murmured as his thumbs continued working her muscles.
"I take it there weren't any copies of Beadle the Bard left?" She teased with a small grin. "Isn't doing any harm reading it though. Who knows, might come in handy." She said, ever the optimist. Knowledge was power, as far as she was concerned. The more they could learn without the students finding out or becoming wise to, the more of an advantage they'd gain. And they could use every advantage they could find.