Looking up, Romilda saw Ginny Weasley almost as if her thinking of wanting to talk to her had made her appear from thin air. She loved magic and firmly believed that there were some things that witches were capable of without the use of spells, charms and potions.
She smiled up at the older girl as she curled her legs up under her. “Hi, Ginny.” Reaching up, she brushed a lock of black hair from her eyes. “Nothing.” She shrugged. “I am just bored. I figured Saturday night would be far more exciting than it has been.”
Looking to the empty chair next to her, she asked, “Want to sit?” She grinned. “I mean, you aren’t going to bed already, are you? It’s still kind of early…” If one called almost one in the morning early.