Ginny's Birthday
Harry always felt a little uncomfortable walking into Ginny's work. It gave him the highly uncomfortable feeling that people were looking at him while trying not to let him see it. He got that feeling a lot (it was an unfortunate side effect of being him) but here, for some reason, it was worse.
So he was wearing a hood. He'd considered a hooded cloak, but looking like a Death Eater would not go over well for him if he was caught, so he had pulled a hooded jumper on and hidden his glasses in the pocket. So far it was working, but he kept his head down until he was right behind the familiar figure of his fiancee, who was talking animatedly to someone who looked like they'd recently had all their hair blown off by something with the temperament of a Blast-Ended-Skrewt.
"Boo," he whispered in her ear.
So he was wearing a hood. He'd considered a hooded cloak, but looking like a Death Eater would not go over well for him if he was caught, so he had pulled a hooded jumper on and hidden his glasses in the pocket. So far it was working, but he kept his head down until he was right behind the familiar figure of his fiancee, who was talking animatedly to someone who looked like they'd recently had all their hair blown off by something with the temperament of a Blast-Ended-Skrewt.
"Boo," he whispered in her ear.