Ginny angrily blew a strand of hair out of her face while the shop boy gave her the brush off. Normally, she'd notice that he was attractive: sharp symmetrical features, nice build, straight teeth. However, at this particular moment in time, Ginny was far too annoyed to give the guy's cuteness much thought. She was far to weary and worn out by the job hunt that, so far, had been supremely unproductive. This was the fifth place she'd gone soliciting for employment and the fifth time she'd gotten a hard pass. Somewhere in the rational part of her brain she knew it wasn't this guy's fault they weren't hiring and truthfully he had seemed regretful about passing on the bad news. But with the lack of job options combined with her still stagnant magic, Ginny's temper was set to blow.
"Are you kidding me?" Ginny said, fixing Hans with a look that had reduced lesser men to tears. Her tiny hands balled into fists at her sides, her frustration mounting. "How is it that everyone is making friends and fighting evil and getting coin and I can't even land a position in a lousy clothing store?"
She knew she should be embarrassed for speaking ill of this gentleman's line of work right to his face. Lavender's too, now that Ginny thought about it. It had been the fellow Gryffindor who had recommended she come to the shop to ask about a job in the first place.