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Ginevra Molly Potter (bat_bogeys) wrote in silverage,

Ginny glanced over her shoulder as she crossed from one room to the next, trying to see what the commotion was behind her. She shrugged it off before she began her perusal of the new exhibit. Brown eyes flicked to the woman clicking her pen and she offered her a smile because it was polite before she shifted her focus back to one of the displays.

Leaning in, she read the sign describing the exhibit, and she thought she should have brought ... well, someone with her. So she could talk about things. Museums weren't as much fun on her own, she was realizing. Nothing to really be done about it now though. Maybe she'd find a solo stranger in the same situation and they could chat about things.

Absently she reached back to make sure her wand was still where she'd put it, jutting out of her back pocket. She still didn't much care if people saw she wasn't from around here. It made things easier; she didn't have to pretend to know what this world was like and she could just say she wasn't from around here and plead ignorance. It was working well so far.

Still, her eyes flicked to the woman before she glanced to the other exits into the other exhibits, and she wondered if she should try to start up a conversation, or if the woman was busy. She did have the air of someone waiting on someone else, so Ginny figured if she was inclined to chat ... well, the opportunity was there.