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Ginevra Molly Potter (bat_bogeys) wrote in silverage,

Ginny assumed Luthor must be some sort of prominent figure in Lois' when and where, but she had never heard of him. At the mention of lackeys, she couldn't help but mentally equate him to Voldemort, and she repressed a shudder, though barely.

She had to grin a little at the comment about punching someone. She liked to think she'd out grown her punching days, but in this world and time, who knew? "Maybe you'll find someone. If we're stuck here long enough, I bet we'll all end up making friends with each other." Which was probably a bit of a stretch, but it was a common bond between the displaced people. "Best of luck on the job front though," Ginny said sincerely. She knew she'd just struck it lucky in the job front, much like Lily had.

Ginny shook her head slowly as she tried to think of how to describe Quidditch. "There's really nothing Muggle to compare it to," she admitted. "It's a wizarding game, played on brooms. Flying brooms," she clarified in case there were other mental images forming.