[EVERYONE IS MAKING HER BLUSH TONIGHT. That tough Weasley girl reputation is getting shot to hell tonight. She doesn't mind. Ginny is absolutely beaming and she looks down at the necklace as if she can see how it look on her as a whole, reaching up to touch it lightly, pleased beyond measure.]
Careful, Dr McCoy. You're spoiling me.
[She raises an eyebrow at him.]
What if I don't know how to dance?
[Not at all true, she's quite good. And by that, she means she's good at ballroom stuff (thanks, Yule Ball), partner dancing. Something apparently most kids her own age in the future don't do.]
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Careful, Dr McCoy. You're spoiling me.
[She raises an eyebrow at him.]
What if I don't know how to dance?
[Not at all true, she's quite good. And by that, she means she's good at ballroom stuff (thanks, Yule Ball), partner dancing. Something apparently most kids her own age in the future don't do.]