Miss out on Quidditch? No bloody way. Miss out on muggles learning to fly brooms? Not bloody likely. When she'd arrived back to their apartment, Luna was already gone, must have left thinking Ginny was already there. She'd been picking up some food. A quick glance at her watch told her she was running a bit late. Cursing, she hurried to her room, changing into some comfortable flying clothes, and then grabbed her broom.
As soon as she was outside again, she mounted the broom, and kicked off from the ground, rocketing into the air and toward the area where she knew people were gathering to test brooms. Was she showing off by flying over? Maybe just a little. What? So sue her.
A red headed woman- Willow, she knew, and another girl. Then she spotted Luna, and smiled. A few stands of red hair that made it free of her braid blew around her face as she lowered herself toward the ground, before touching down and jumping off. She had her own broom, and so did Harry. Ginny could have made brooms, but she couldn't have made brooms for muggles. A task she would have said was impossible, until she heard about Willow.
She fell into place beside Luna, a grin on her face offered to her friend. She was excited, if only to see how this turned out. "Hullo." she said cheerfully to the other two. "I don't suppose you know how many you're expecting, then?"