Ginny looked over at Sara skeptically. She wondered if it really was the only thing. One thing she had come to suspect was that behind all the propriety that there were quite a few Slytherin girls, and boys for that matter, that were total slags. Something she could identify with. "Pretty sure? Not totally sure?"
It seemed like Sara took another shot at being poor. The lightness of her tone made her wonder though. Was it something else? Ginny found it impossible to be objective when her family's lack of wealth was concerned. "Well, I do," she answered, feigning indifference of her own.
Arriving at the dungeon, she looked around. Reaching for the door, she figured it wouldn’t be warded. However, she wouldn't assume that about Snape's office itself. Luckily, they wouldn't need to go in there.
Opening the door, she didn't get hexed and nothing exploded. Stepping inside, Ginny held the door for Sara before closing it behind her. Looking around for her book, she didn't see it immediately.
"Anxious for break?" Ginny asked, figuring a bit of small talk couldn't hurt.