Having lunch with the French Minister's wife always put Ginny in a good mood. They had become fast friends over the recent months and when their husbands were working, they always found a few hours to chat. Ginny's social circle wasn't what she expected it to be, but she had so many dear friends throughout the world and she couldn't be happier.
As she rounded a corner (with Geoffrey and Edmond close behind as always) Ginny collided with another woman. Her language immediately put Ginny on edge. There weren't many witches wandering about this part of London. "Yes," she said, still friendly as always. "I'm quite alright, no harm done." Tilting her head a little, Ginny tried to place the woman in front of her, but failed.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe we know each other. Ginny Lestrange," she said and held out her hand. "And you are?"