Ginny is exhausted, starving and vowing never to help out George and his stupid wizarding wheezes ever again, whatever emotional blackmail her mother tries on, when Neville knocks at the door and calls out.
"It's me." If it had been George, she might have reached for her wand and Things Might Occur, even if the back room of the shop is his property. But it's her lovely and unexpected boyfriend.
"Come in," she responds, knowing she looks a fright.
"If the witch won't come to her supper, her supper had better come to her," he says mildly.
She looks at him as if he's a cool drink of water in a desert, a life raft in choppy seas, or a boyfriend with excellent timing and a picnic basket from which she can smell a tantalising aroma. Then she grins.
"Just give me two minutes to get out of this Pygmy Puff costume, tell that brother of mine I'm off and then I'm all yours."
It's Neville's turn to grin.