Who: Ginny & Fleur What: Shopping under polyjuice. Where: IDK, somewhere in France? When: Saturday afternoon. Warnings: Probably none. Status: In progress.
Okay, so shopping with Fleur wasn't exactly first on her list of things she was dying to do. But really, anything was better than sitting around the safehouse doing nothing. Seriously. Just about anything. Even downing a polyjuice potion and turning into some random chick she didn't even know was better than sitting around moping and throwing rocks. At least she was a brunette. There was no way she was going to be a annoying stroppy blonde or anything. If she couldn't be a ginger, brunette was the next best thing. And really, this girl- Mandy, she was calling herself- did have nice eyes, at least.
Tugging up on the strap of her purse (yes, a purse, weird, right?), Ginny turned to Fleur as they walked down the street and asked, "So. Where exactly are we going, then?"