"She'd tell us now I bet, if we hadn't already known," Ginny agreed. She grinned a little wickedly. "You know some of the DA used to want to use it for meeting up to snog, right? Do you think the Professors did too? Can you imagine Sprout and Filch meeting up for late night snogging?" Ginny paused, and then her face screwed up in a grimace. "Nevermind. Now I'm imagining it, and I wish I wasn't."
"I'd have eaten through it until I was round as a bloody ball, and then gotten brassed when you had to roll me out the door?" Or more likely she'd have eaten herself sick and then vowed never to do it again and gone off ice cream for a year, but that wasn't as funny an image.
Ginny gathered her own bag, falling into step beside Neville. "So we'll try it out for this weekend, I think? We can start getting everyone back together, and see if anyone's got any brilliant ideas for things to do, or people who should be brought in?"