Ginny had stayed up the night before talking to Hermione for what seemed like the longest conversation they’d had in a while and even though Hermione had given her a gift after midnight for her birthday, the nicest part had been the talking. Hermione had been able to clue Ginny in a little more on things that were going on and they’d also been able to talk just the way that they were used to. It left her feeling a little bit lighter that day which made everything for bearable and made for the nicest birthday gift she could have asked for.
She’d been able to sleep in a bit later than usual and enjoy a nice large breakfast courtesy of Molly and spent the rest of the day relaxing in her room as much as possible as birthdays mandated a get-out-of-chores-free day. She’d decided to continue working on some Quidditch plays that she’d been brainstorming and reviewing since receiving the letter notifying her of her Quidditch captaincy.
When her own bedroom became a bit too warm and everyone appeared to be slightly busied with their own daily routines that she walked barefoot into the kitchen to fetch herself a glass of water and a piece of fruit. She smiled at Harry the moment she saw him there, feeling so optimistic about this day as of last night that she didn’t care if Fleur made her dress up like a giant teddy bear for Bill’s wedding—okay maybe that was stretching it, but even if it were a frilly thing, Ginny might just grin and bear it.
Ginny tilted her head at Harry and took out some sugar and milk for him to fix his tea with, “I’ll tell you—I take a few days off from baking and suddenly people are eating the stale biscuits.” She teased a bit and leaned against the counter. “I’m surprised someone didn’t finish those ages ago—can’t remember the last time anyone in this house let something sit long enough to go stale.” She took a sip of her water.