Returning from picking up her morning groceries, Ginny yawned and ran a hand through her thick, bed-tousled hair, squinting against the bright morning sun as she wandered down Diagon Alley. Today was the first day off in a series of FOUR whole days off, and she was in quite a cheerful mood.
And, being the dog lover that she was, she brightened at the sight of a cute dog up ahead, bouncing around his owner, whose back was to her. As she approached the dog, the owner turned, and Ginny was no longer sure whether to grin or to flee. Harry Potter, bane of her existence and first unrequited love.
Awkward.
"Hi!" Ginny replied cheerfully, deciding to face the situation head on. He would think she was awfully odd if she ran anyway. Not that she cared what he thought. Not at all.