As her stomach continued to grow Ginny's outings into the world were become less frequent as she simply didn't have the energy to go into shops and find even the most basic supplies. She hadn't ever been so grateful that she and Harry had two owls, that way she didn't feel quite so guilty for sending them back and forth all the time.
But a trip to the Healer had managed to see her out of the house for the day, and the fact their kitchen was practically bare of food because she had either eaten it or hadn't been to buy anything had brought her to the market.
However, a wizard had taken it upon himself to walk right into her and the levitating basket holding her items and most of them were currently rolling around on the floor as Ginny tried to either pick them up or summon them with her wand, a wand which wasn't all that interested in cooperating. Apparently babies made your magic go wonky, which was all the more reason she was ready to not be pregnant anymore. It was bloody exhausting.
"Watch out for that jar!" she called out as Stephen headed in her direction. Obviously from a distance she had no idea who she was talking too, and the hat and glasses didn't help matters either. Ginny just didn't want someone to skid on her groceries and make things that much worse. They could be hurt, and she'd more than likely have to go get another jar of pickles since she really wanted them at the moment.