[The retort is just as flat, but not enough to curb the edge framing her words. Every conversation seems to follow this pattern of casual banter interspersed with butting tempers, and it's more Ginny's penchant to rise to barbs than anything else―that much she knows. Nine times out of ten, she cannot stop herself. She's not sure why she bothers. Maybe because she so strongly dislikes it when things are kept from her, maybe because she's too curious and too stubborn for her own good. Maybe because she loathes people treating her like a child.
Whatever the case, she hops down off the wall and sweeps her flaming hair back with a gesture worthy of Fleur Delacour and rests a hand on the handle of her wand to make certain it's still in place. She meets his gaze with relative ease, despite her shorter stature, and remarks.]
Go ahead, then. I work at a bar so it isn't a sight I'd hate to miss out on. Don't get lost, now. The City might leave without you.
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[The retort is just as flat, but not enough to curb the edge framing her words. Every conversation seems to follow this pattern of casual banter interspersed with butting tempers, and it's more Ginny's penchant to rise to barbs than anything else―that much she knows. Nine times out of ten, she cannot stop herself. She's not sure why she bothers. Maybe because she so strongly dislikes it when things are kept from her, maybe because she's too curious and too stubborn for her own good. Maybe because she loathes people treating her like a child.
Whatever the case, she hops down off the wall and sweeps her flaming hair back with a gesture worthy of Fleur Delacour and rests a hand on the handle of her wand to make certain it's still in place. She meets his gaze with relative ease, despite her shorter stature, and remarks.]
Go ahead, then. I work at a bar so it isn't a sight I'd hate to miss out on. Don't get lost, now. The City might leave without you.