Yeah, the whole, not being of age thing in America really was frustrating given she was so close in regards to being at home. Alas, that just was not the case for her here and she'd have to deal. It wasn't like Ginny had any overwhelming urge to go out drinking or some rubbish like that, though, so really, she was okay with the idea. She didn't want to be like the people here who resorted to that in times of stress. She had enough issues with her ability to handle such situations as it were.
She was excited at the prospect of them going dancing for her birthday but clearly she had to pounce him first. Because that was just how Ginny Weasley was. She acted first, thought later. There were theories on that, of course. Red hair, Weasley, Gryffindor, growing up with six brothers. Really, the list was endless. But the fact remained, Ginny indeed would pounce Neville if she felt the urge to do so and he wasn't going to be stopping that anytime soon.
The comment on her being a cat in a previous life caused the sixteen year old to grin mischievously.
"Maybe." But then he was playing with her hair some, examining the scorched edges. Okay. So he had a point. Really, how was she in one piece. True, the comment could be taken in different ways with everything that had happened. Tom. The nightmares and stress. The war. But here and now, it was the great kitchen fiasco of 2011.
"Probably. But did you mean it? We can go dancing on my birthday? Or unbirthday? Or whatever it's going to be?"