Ginny grinned at him, "now that would be interesting, sort of a reversal of how I was about you," she giggled. She had acted like such an idiot when she had first met him. Sliding her finger tips along the waist band of her boxers, she let them snap against her stomach,"the Harpies, of course, but I suppose I'd go with any team that would have me."
She had pulled out her plate and sat it in front of her before she had sat down but as she stared down at it, it looked like there was much more food than she had thought. "The tree? Sure," she smiled, taking her food with her over to in front of the tree. "Floors a bit cold," she said, remembering how it had felt on her cold feet upstairs, and found a tablecloth that was a horrid yellow color on the counter. She spread it out in half in front of the tree. "There we are," she said, sitting down Indian style, picking at her chicken while Harry boiled water.