Ginny watched the balls sliding around on the shelf and waited to see if any were planning on falling onto the floor. She knew she wasn't in charge of the quidditchy things around here, but she felt a bit of responsibility for keeping the shed picked up and tidy. When nothing did fall, she sighed and turned back around.
"She hasn't mentioned anything about minding." Ginny said with a shrug. "So I reckon not?" She liked to think that she and Hermione had a pretty honest friendship where they'd tell one another if something were bothering them. "Tuna surprise or tacos?" She asked, heading towards the door. But when she tried the latch, it wouldn't budge. "Er..." She tried it again, a bit more forcefully and still nada. "The door is stuck." She said slowly, her brow furrowed. She checked it with her shoulder and made the walls of the shed quake, but the door remained stubbornly in place.