Ginny looked at Sara through narrowed eyes, her amusement evident. "So, does that mean that you could be on the prowl and no one would even knew it? You'd be impossible to see in the bushes?" She cocked her head to the side. "Does that mean you are on the prowl right now?"
"You do like someone playing with your hair?" Ginny's own tone got breathier. "It feels nice." Sara was flirting with her. Who knew? "Never played with another girl's hair? It's all soft and fun to play with. Then you can make her look nice." She smirked, letting the implication go that Sara might not look nice at the moment.
"What would a sixth year do that a first year wouldn't?" Ginny asked, trying to sound innocent but failing miserably just as she expected to.