"Yes, well amazing as it would be to be that particular witch, I'm not. It was a joke," Ginny grinned. "Though you know out of all the Weird Sisters, I always thought he was the most fanciable."
Ginny listened to Ron's anecdote about his first time meeting Harry, and it made her grin. Her first official meeting with Harry was the summer before she left for Hogwarts, when he had come to the Burrow to visit Ron. She'd heard all of Ron's stories about Harry, and had taken to talking about Harry herself. After all, to a girl not yet eleven, to hear about a boy standing up to a three-headed dog and You-Know-Who was terribly brave. Thus Ginny's thing for Harry began. Starting off being something very childish, but over time maturing.
"I miss learning spells," Ginny admitted out loud. It wasn't something she was able to do at practice.
"Actually, the day isn't too busy, but I do have to do a few errands. I should probably leave rather soon." Ginny looked at a clock on the wall confirming that this was true. Ginny had never found a watch she particularly cared for.