Glad she had smoothed the sale clerk's ruffled feathers (feathers that she had ruffled in the first place, but who wanted to split hairs), Ginny followed him with a spring in her step. Even with the bad luck in the job search, she'd have spectacular news to share with her flatmates when she returned. Ginny wasn't even slightly perturbed about the patch of her posterior was exposed for everyone to see. Really, if anyone cared to look at her now risque attire, they'd see that it was quite tame compared to what muggles were wearing at the beach nowadays. Even so, she was grateful to the handsome stranger for his help in the matter.
"This pair?" Ginny said, looking at the pants the gentleman had picked out. Funnily enough, they were just her size. Stylish, but practical. Ginny wasn't sure what the man's vocation had been before he arrived in town, but he did know women, it seemed, and what they were looking for.
"These look great, thank you," she said, picked up the pair and draping it over her arm. "Just show me the way to the dressing room and I'll give them a go. Unless, of course, you think I could start a new fashion trend. What do you think?"
She struck a dramatic pose, the galleon-sized hole on her pants shown to greatest advantage. She did it out of silliness, not to be provocative. Maybe she'd be able to win this guy over yet after she's let her famous Weasley temper get the best of her.