Ginny's mind was reeling from the encounter that occured just moments ago. She had left Quality Quidditch Supplies as quickly as the cashier could hand her her spare sickles and knuts. She couldn't distance herself quickly enough from him. Now she could just go home and relax. Still, Ginny was indignant.
That low, arrogant, childish, insulting, miscreatant--
Ginny's inner list of obscenities in which to describe Draco Malfoy came to a sudden halt, when she suddenly ran directly into something.
No, not something, someone...
"Luna!" Ginny gasped, touching her friend's arm lightly, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. My mind was-- I was thinking of something. How are you?"