[It does match, almost like it's been planned, but it can't have been. Not quite like this. Ginny untangles herself from the hug and grins and spins around, automatically reaching back to pull her hair out of the way even though it's already pinned up. She lowers her hand with a sheepish laugh and clasps both in front of her as he puts on the necklace, and once that's done, she turns back to face him, arms akimbo.]
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How's it look?