Ginny drunkenly raised her tankard in the air in a New Year's toast, sloshing rum all over her lap in the process.
"To the en' of a shpitty year!" she cried. "No, wait... tha' shnot right, ish it?"
Hermione giggled nervously as she reached for a napkin and missed it for the saltshaker. Both girls were so far gone, neither of them knew up from down, let alone 2009 from 2010.
It seemed as if most of wizarding Britain had had the same idea as Ginny and Hermione. People continued to flock to the Leaky Cauldron for the never-ending flow of alcohol it provided. Ginny supposed the happy drunks around her had just as many bad memories of the year to erase as she did—or maybe she was just exceptionally drunk.
"Thish year we're doin' things differen'ly," Ginny said as she wiped her hand over her soaked clothes, wondering how they'd gotten wet in the first place. Hermione nodded absently. "I'm not gettin' another divorsh." She shook her head in determination. "I'm goin' to... do differen' things."
Easily distracted in her intoxicated state, her eyes followed a shiny head of hair as it pushed through the crowd to the bar. She recognized that shade of blond, though she couldn't quite place it. All she could remember of it was that it annoyed Harry.
"Yesh," Ginny resolved, watching her goal for the new year. "I'll do differen' things."