[She doesn't exactly respond to his first comment in a heartbeat, merely shooting him a Look that is all at once dry, mildly irritated, and vaguely amused. Then she murmurs under her breath with a trace of something difficult to place,]
Don't talk to me about scandalous.
[Because dating the Boy Who Lived brings nothing short of it. But that's two years in the past, now. Oh, Merlin, has it really been two? Ginny sighs a little, passing a hand over her face for a moment, and when she glances over to Will again, he's moved off and over a bit and she takes the moment to study him with knit brows and a slight frown. Of course she notices the subject's been dropped. Of course she can't help but wonder why. But there is a lot of truth to what he had said; or, rather, not said—they don't know each other well enough at all.
She pulls one leg up onto the wall and hugs her knee to her chest, chin perched on top of it as she listens. Hauntings. Ghosts. She isn't afraid of ghosts, they're just witches and wizards who chose a different path because they were too afraid of the first one. But his last sentence gives her pause, and instead of looking out at the water, she keeps her gaze fixed on his back.]
I've a friend who's in love with it. Why aren't you, then?
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Don't talk to me about scandalous.
[Because dating the Boy Who Lived brings nothing short of it. But that's two years in the past, now. Oh, Merlin, has it really been two? Ginny sighs a little, passing a hand over her face for a moment, and when she glances over to Will again, he's moved off and over a bit and she takes the moment to study him with knit brows and a slight frown. Of course she notices the subject's been dropped. Of course she can't help but wonder why. But there is a lot of truth to what he had said; or, rather, not said—they don't know each other well enough at all.
She pulls one leg up onto the wall and hugs her knee to her chest, chin perched on top of it as she listens. Hauntings. Ghosts. She isn't afraid of ghosts, they're just witches and wizards who chose a different path because they were too afraid of the first one. But his last sentence gives her pause, and instead of looking out at the water, she keeps her gaze fixed on his back.]
I've a friend who's in love with it. Why aren't you, then?