A redheaded witch? So it was redheaded witches that carried knives? right. The more seconds she stood looking at the women, the more mad Ginny was sure she was.
"I don't know what you mean by have a witch, but I am not yours to have." since the woman had stepped in front of her, Ginny had taken two steps back, and had her wand raised between them.
She was so close to the Weir, couldn't the woman pick on someone else tonight? It was the first of the New Year, and Ginny didn't want to spend it dealing with another one of LAs nut-bags. "Now leave me alone, please." she said politely. "I've got things to do."