Under wards, Ginny waited for Ben in the designated field in Tutsville. It was dark and cold; Ginny pulled her cloak closer against the chill and absently watched her breath escape in silver tufts. Out of complete nervousness, the young witch arrived a touch earlier than she intended. Not entirely sure what to expect, and anxious to see Ben, Ginny's mind wandered in and out of their last few times together. No mater how firmly she braced herself, Ginny could not push out the stinging in her chest.
A distinct and powerful waft of alcohol made Ginny's brain snap to attention, and a familiar voice followed, confirming Ben's nearby presence. Ginny was a bit surprised that Ben should smell so strongly of liquor, he always nursed his drinks longer than anyone else she knew. Stepping just outside her ward, Ginny revealed herself, followed with a hushed "Over here!"