"Mm. Mass dancing," Ginny offered, taking another sip of her drink. "Or you could just make your own gang. You could have a uniform, a handshake. The possibilities are endless, Mike."
She'd missed being in the company of someone who knew her. Someone that wasn't family, or Verity, or Harry, or Hermione. It was refreshing, different conversation, neutral territory. It was nice.
"Oh, thank goodness," Ginny breathed as their food arrived. "I was beginning to think I was going to perish before I managed to get something in my stomach." Fork in hand, she took a stab at the bowl of chips as the waitress set them down on the table. "Yuuum."