"Hey Ang." Ginny said, having paused at the bar for a moment to ask for a glass of water. Since she was nursing James drinking alcohol was still basically out of the question, no matter how much she felt that she could use one. The past two weeks had been something out of a muggle horror movie, and she'd lost count of the times that she'd practically (or actually) burst into tears remembering how defeated Harry had looked when Ginny hadn't be able to tell him she loved him.
"How are you doing?" she asked her, smoothing out a wrinkle in her purple dress. It wasn't anything fancy, just one she had pulled out of her closet knowing that holiday parties would be inevitable. Like her dress, she had left her hair simple, curling down her back in a curtain of red.