"We can toast to me not going to the ball," Ginny said with a laugh, reaching out to clink her glass against Calypso's when the woman took it from her, sitting down on the sofa next to her. After taking a sip of her wine, Ginny ran a hand through her hair. "So what happened?" She asked genuinely interested, but probably mostly because Ginny had strong feelings towards any sort of gossip. "At the ball, I mean," she added. Ginny hadn't gone but that had mostly been because she'd forgotten it was on and hadn't bothered to find a date beforehand. Ginny was not a big fan of balls, as she also had strong feelings about needing to wear fancy dresses.
Putting her glass down on the coffee table, Ginny offered Calypso a small shrug. "I'm afraid it's going to be all about your exciting life," she announced. "Since I have been up to exactly nothing," which was mostly true. Ginny had done plenty of practise and played a few games since they'd come back from their trip, but that hardly counted as very exciting. Unless, of course, you were a quidditch player. Since Calypso wasn't, Ginny really doubted she'd care to hear much about the blow-by-blow accounts of how Ginny's games had gone. That and she got plenty of that from her team, coach and sometimes her brothers.