[Ginny shoots him a look, one that holds a number of different expressions, all of them difficult to discern from the other. This conversation is over, that much is clear. And whether what she's heard from him about his life back home is true or not is hard to say, but the former implies a measure of trust between them that Ginny doubts exists. Silently, she admonishes herself that she gives up stories of things close to her heart too easily, and maybe it is naivety on her part, some girlish optimism she often cannot afford to have, that has her doing so. Not everyone is a friend, not immediately, and the youngest Weasley knows that better than most people. Her history at home and in the City is testimony to that. And yet, she still tries.
Gryffindor persistence, after all.
She gives Will a final once over, lips pursed in mild irritation, and then she shrugs.]
Fine, then.
[She inclines her own head in a minute gesture, the movement stiff, and then she turns and heads the other way, resting the palm of her hand on the wall and leaping over it to the other side with an ease born of training for Quidditch and a warfront. The redheaded witch walks as far as she thinks is safest, and as soon as she's fairly certain Will isn't looking, she Disapparates with a sharp crack snapping through the salty air.
It could easily be mistaken for gunfire in this place. But Ginny needs to get home, needs to get to her broom to fly and unwind the tension, and disappearing on the spot is faster than walking.]
action;
Gryffindor persistence, after all.
She gives Will a final once over, lips pursed in mild irritation, and then she shrugs.]
Fine, then.
[She inclines her own head in a minute gesture, the movement stiff, and then she turns and heads the other way, resting the palm of her hand on the wall and leaping over it to the other side with an ease born of training for Quidditch and a warfront. The redheaded witch walks as far as she thinks is safest, and as soon as she's fairly certain Will isn't looking, she Disapparates with a sharp crack snapping through the salty air.
It could easily be mistaken for gunfire in this place. But Ginny needs to get home, needs to get to her broom to fly and unwind the tension, and disappearing on the spot is faster than walking.]