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Who: Myself and maybe a pseudo!Harry
Where: Muggle bar in London
When: Saturday night, around 10:30 p.m.
Ginny stood behind the bar. She watched the crowds of muggles drink their Mai Tais and their Cosmos without a care as they danced close to one another in very suggestive ways upon the dance floor as the music thumped thunderously against Ginny's brain. 'If only they knew', she thought to herself as a man came up to the bar and ordered a fourth beer for himself. She glanced over at the Bouncer, Spike, wondering if she'd have to get him to escort this man out. She went to the tap and filled up the glass and sat it down in front of the man, who took it up after paying her and walked away to join a table with his other mates. Ginny sighed softly. She smoothed back her hair, which was situated in a long pony tail. When she had began this job she had taken it in hopes of maybe seeing Harry or getting some sign that he was alive and around and just biding his time for the opportune moment to come back to them all. She now knew that was silly. Ridiculous, even. How could she have believed Harry would be found by her? If he was alive, apparently he didn't want to be found. Hermione's and everyone else's words were starting to sink it. Ginny sighed again, feeling a little bit of relief begin to flood in. She stared off into space for a moment before another order was made.
Where: Muggle bar in London
When: Saturday night, around 10:30 p.m.
Ginny stood behind the bar. She watched the crowds of muggles drink their Mai Tais and their Cosmos without a care as they danced close to one another in very suggestive ways upon the dance floor as the music thumped thunderously against Ginny's brain. 'If only they knew', she thought to herself as a man came up to the bar and ordered a fourth beer for himself. She glanced over at the Bouncer, Spike, wondering if she'd have to get him to escort this man out. She went to the tap and filled up the glass and sat it down in front of the man, who took it up after paying her and walked away to join a table with his other mates. Ginny sighed softly. She smoothed back her hair, which was situated in a long pony tail. When she had began this job she had taken it in hopes of maybe seeing Harry or getting some sign that he was alive and around and just biding his time for the opportune moment to come back to them all. She now knew that was silly. Ridiculous, even. How could she have believed Harry would be found by her? If he was alive, apparently he didn't want to be found. Hermione's and everyone else's words were starting to sink it. Ginny sighed again, feeling a little bit of relief begin to flood in. She stared off into space for a moment before another order was made.