Who: Ginny Weasley and OPEN Where: Quality Quidditch Supplies; Diagon Alley When: Afternoon, 21 April 2001 Rating: PG-13 for Language. It had been a bludger to the leg that had cracked one of Ginny's practice shin guards early that afternoon. This was the very reason a very windblown redhead was walking into Quality Quidditch Supplies whilst ignoring the slight ache in her left shin. Ignoring slight body aches was a talent that she had progressed more rapidly than her Quidditch abilities.
Ginny was tired. She was still in her training gear. She really just wanted to get her shin guards, perhaps an ointment (she was never good at Potions, or she would have made it herself), and apparate back to her flat. However, she was finding that to be more difficult than she imagined, there being quite a few customers in today. She jostled her way to the shelves containing the guards and pads.
After a few moments Ginny found just what she was looking for. On a shelf just out of her reach that she would have felt lazy using wand work. So she reached up on the tip of her toes with no success.