Who: Ginny Weasley, Michael Corner What:Exes talking things out. When: Saturday afternoonish, the 19th. Where: Unused Classroom. Rating: TBA, low, I'd imagine.
Most meetings were prearranged. The DA had to be careful, after all, and they didn't want to be seen meeting up, or running in and out of the Room of Requirement all the time, even if it usually obliged them with extra exits and ways to check the halls beforehand. So a group of them meeting up casually just didn't happen all that often.
But there had been a group of younger years huddled in the back of the Great Hall, well after breakfast, whispering. Ginny was both nosy enough, and bold enough to listen in, and she'd heard them talking in hushed voices about how to practice some of the charms they'd learned last year, but weren't supposed to do now.
Like she'd said at their last meeting, the DA couldn't risk just bringing in younger years wily nily. They'd crack, if pressed, and it wasn't fair to them to MAKE them a target. But that didn't mean they couldn't help out, and Ginny stopped one of the Gryffindor younger years and whispered a suggestion or two, and then sent the girl off.
She noticed before the kids even started slinking out of the hall that she wasn't the only one with that idea though. Michael Corner had been watching them too.
The classroom she sent them to was usually pretty deserted, and by the time Ginny got there, the second years, with a third or two mixed in, were waiting eagerly. Michael had sort of fallen in step with her, and Ginny had smiled at him. Before long the pair of them managed to sort the kids into pairs, sending the odd-number to the door to keep watch, and then trading them out every so often, so they got to practice too.
It wasn't the R.O.R., so they had to makeshift some things and work around the furniture, but an hour later the kids seemed satisfied, and trundled off, leaving Ginny and Michael to put the furniture back.
Ginny never quite knew what to say to Michael. Things hadn't exactly ended WELL, and Ginny knew that even if he had been a git - which he had - she'd said some pretty nasty things too. She wanted to thank him for his help with the kids, but it seemed sort of weird to do. She was pretty sure he'd been about to help on his own, so thanking him was just off. She settled for shoving a chair back behind a slightly dusky desk and giving him a quick smile. "You were good with them?" she offered instead, a little hesitantly.