[And that does give her pause, more than anything else. She's confused, at first, but it truly hasn't been too long ago when she'd spoken the gratitude and relief she's felt since August. Ginny folds her arms under her chin, quietly studying him for a moment, then she smiles again and flicks her wrist a little so her wand tosses some harmless gold sparks his way.]
You mean you're lucky to have me here. Who else is going to keep you out of trouble, hm?
[She glances towards the window, still alight with fireworks, and huffs out a fond breath.]
'cause baby you're a firework
You mean you're lucky to have me here. Who else is going to keep you out of trouble, hm?
[She glances towards the window, still alight with fireworks, and huffs out a fond breath.]
Maybe not today, though.