Ginny chewed a bite of pancake thoughtfully. "Physical attraction is more like lusting after someone. Fancying them requires also liking their minds. Or. That's how I see it. I don't fully fancy someone until I can't wait to know what they think about something." She shrugged. "It sounds convoluted, but I can want to snog someone without wanting to spend any time with them outside of that. If I fancy someone, I want to spend time with them, for any reason. If I just lust after them, then I'm only concerned with physical pleasure."
Ginny thought about the night before, but not too hard. Thinking about it too hard would have her putting thoughts into Marcus Flint's mind that might not be his, and she didn't want to assume anything. "That is definitely there," she told Evan bluntly.
Ginny nodded, understanding what he meant. She'd wandered around Muggle London often enough to have learned these things, and there were several Mosques in town. "Will you make a model of it? I think I have gold paint from my school days." She paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. "Those are the ones with the gold tops, right?"