"Of course you can't say no," Neville protested, shaking his head as if his point was obvious. It was her birthday, and her seventeenth, which would make her legal, at least back in their world. She could have gotten her apparition license, and drink, and be considered an adult and everything. Things were different here, he knew, but it still required much celebrating. "Maybe we'll even do that going out dancing thing you had the horrible urge to do."
And he would have expanded on that but the next thing he knew he had his arms full of Ginny Weasley. "Ow!" he protested, though he was laughing. Back home in the castle, he usually had a fair idea of when she was about to do that, and sometimes he was quick enough to throw out a cushioning charm. Instead, he'd landed flat on his bum and ended up on his back.
"What the hell, Gin, were you a cat in another life?" It would certainly explain the flaming mane of red hair. But lionesses didn't have manes, so really? Really? Still... He reached up, touching the ends of her hair to examine the slight burns on them. "Honestly... It's a miracle you're still in one piece, isn't it?"