[This as she still looks around, and–oh, Godric, there he is. Well. It would be rude not to introduce herself, though their last conversation didn't exactly end on an amicable note. So she tucks her device into her belt and wanders over to him; she's all breeches, boots, and full-sleeved billowing shirt. Hence being mistaken as a bloke had she worn a hat to cover up that mane of copper hair of hers.
Ginny sighs under her breath and approaches him, one brow quirked.]
Don't tell me William Herondale got his arse handed to him by a duck.
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[This as she still looks around, and–oh, Godric, there he is. Well. It would be rude not to introduce herself, though their last conversation didn't exactly end on an amicable note. So she tucks her device into her belt and wanders over to him; she's all breeches, boots, and full-sleeved billowing shirt. Hence being mistaken as a bloke had she worn a hat to cover up that mane of copper hair of hers.
Ginny sighs under her breath and approaches him, one brow quirked.]
Don't tell me William Herondale got his arse handed to him by a duck.