Mircea seemed to be taking great joy in running between her legs, or bashing up against them, herding her towards wherever the dog wanted her to go. Ginny supposed she wouldn't have been annoyed at all- and in truth she wasn't even now- if it wasn't for the fact that the dog constantly seemed to want to make her fall flat on her face.
"Damn it, just walk ahead of me, girl," she mumbled, pushing hair that was so grimy it was almost brown out of her face. "I'm following, for crying out loud." She continued to mumble to herself as she pushed forwards, feet carrying her as quickly as they could towards where the wall had fallen, hope coursing through her, a slight fear niggling in the back of her head that the moment she got near it she'd discover it was a mirage.
When she crossed the line where it had been, she burst out laughing, resisting the urge to do something ridiculous like sing or dance in the middle of the street but only barely. Her head swivelled, eyes searching through the crowds gathered there for familiar faces and when she landed on the one she'd expected to see she almost laughed again.
"Your dog is trying to kill me," she called, walking closer.