"Sorry," Harry gasped, trying to wipe his eyes and wade through what seemed like three-foot-deep ruffles at the same time. "Sorry,, it's just... dear Merlin, that's the funniest thing I've ever seen." He managed to get one arm around her waist and tug her the rest of the way through the door, whereupon they almost fell on top of each other in the hall.
It was hard to tell through the elaborate costume, but this Ginny was definitely not eighteen. This was his Ginny, not that she hadn't been, before, but... it was different. It just was. He knew of course that she was significantly older than his Ginny, now, but it made no difference. You couldn't tell any difference, by looking. Of course, the dress was very overwhelming in the field of focus. "You okay?" he asked, eventually, once he could breathe. "Lily found you?"