Oh, a job. Still, Ginny couldn't help but pity the woman. Kicked out of a world that was yours by birthright simply because of a few bigots ... it still made her blood boil.
At the mention of Finnigan's, Ginny brightened up, "Oh, yes. Seamus Finnigan, He was a Gryffindor with Harry. He opened up an ace new pub on the new Monument Alley - uh, after the war, rebuilding, dedication to those who fought, you get the picture. It's not that far from here, if you wanted to take a look."
Ginny Weasley was absolutely the latest she'd ever been in her entire life, and any moment now, an owl was going to come find her. Or a Howler, but she didn't think her editor the type to send a Howler before an hour was up. Hopefully.
"Oh, and the journals are a new thing too - have you looked at yours? It's like a messaging board, like we had in the Common Rooms at Hogwarts, only it live updates and connects to any other journal. Brilliant bit of magic, even if you can't see where it keeps its brain."