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// Terence Higgs (jazzing) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Ginny Weasley was late. Ginny Weasley was later than late. In fact, Ginny Weasley was later than she had been for anything in her entire life. Ginny Weasley really needed to not get into heated arguments with the table next to hers during lunch about whether an all-girls' team was still warranted in the year 2004.

Exactly 17 minutes ago she was supposed to be sitting in her editor's office, discussing plans for the upcoming week. Those 17 minutes had been well-spent putting her opponent into the mud (verbally, not physically), but now she was paying the price.

It was going to be easier to make a mad running dash for it than Apparating (Ginny tended to mis-Apparate when rushed), so she ran across the cobblestone streets, ducking left and right around people, robes flying behind her as she made her way to her offices.

One woman didn't move left like Ginny had anticipated and her Seeker skills kicked in; she stopped, pirouetted, and whirled right - directly into someone who hadn't been there just a moment ago. Ginny didn't have any papers to go flying, nor did the other woman (which was really a blessing) and Ginny, still light on her feet, jumped up quickly to offer the downed woman a hand.

"I am so so sorry," Ginny said. Had it been a Slytherin she might have led with something a little different, but Ginny didn't recognize the woman at all. She was about her age, but she wasn't DA at all - which was about how Ginny remembered anyone these days. Nope, nothing familiar about her at all.

Ginny shook her head as she realised she'd been peering intently at the woman. "Are you from around these parts?" That seemed the easiest way to figure out who she was.