"Well, that's fortunate," Ginny murmured. Pity her house (with the children inside, of course) hadn't come with her. "I'm sure you could find something, if you'd needed to." She was of the mind that if she could find a job in this Muggle world, anyone could.
Then again, maybe she'd just been lucky.
"But yes, so far no one I've known has come through with a house. We've all gotten jobs to help pay for a flat, pay the bills. Eat. Fascinating things like that," she said, teasing a little.
"I think if I ever find out someone's orchestrated this and it isn't simply some accident with the fabric of reality or what-have-you, there will be words." She couldn't honestly imagine anyone being strong enough (or possessing the technology) to do this.
Still, if that was the case, she'd be interested to hear it. Before she hexed the person senseless, of course.