"Bill," Ginny called after apparating to the Shell Cottage. Her brother was sitting outside on a swing, rocking gently back and forth when a smile came onto his face after he noticed her.

"Ginny," he said happily. He stood up to give her a hug, ruffling her hair. "It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too," she chirped back. "How's Fleur?"

"She's good," he nodded. "She's in France visiting her folks."

"That's nice. Say, I've got a question for you?"

"Yeah?" Bill was obviously wondering what could have made her come to see him. "What is it?"

"How do I look?' Ginny gestured to herself.

It made Bill take a pause and blink at her. Ginny was never one to ask such questions. "Err, are you and Harry going on a date or something?"

"No," she said simply.

"Right," Bill rubbed the back of his neck. "You look good like always."

Ginny smiled brightly. "Thanks!" She turned on her heel and apparated away, leaving Bill feeling very puzzled.

/

She went to Romania next. Charlie was on a break from work, sipping on a butterbeer. He greeted her with a nod.

"How do I look?" She said without so much as a greeting back.

Charlie's eyebrows flew up to his hairline. "How do you look?"

" Right."

Charlie took another swing of his drink, smirking behind the bottle. "Like something a dragon spat up...twice."

/

Percy was in his office at the Ministry. She knocked on the door, trying to be considerate since they were all attempting to do their best at reconciling their relationship. He called for her-though he didn't know who it was-to come in. He put down his quill when she strode inside, smiling at her.

"Hello, Ginny. Was there something you needed?"

She nodded. "Percy, I need you to be honest with me."

His facial expression changed. It became serious. "Oh, of course."

Her brother probably anticipated on this being another talk about feelings and such. There seemed to be a lot of those since the end of the war.

"How do I look?" She asked.

Percy blinked. "Pardon...?" She was about to repeat herself but didn't have to. "You look pretty. But why?"

Much to his confusion, Ginny beamed and went around his desk to give him a hug. "You've moved to the top of my favorite brother list," she informed him. "Charlie's at the bottom right now."

He looked like he really didn't know what to say. "Oh. Well...thank you?"

/

Fred and George were working at their shop. It was bustling with customers, especially since now no one was fearing for their life by being out and about in Diagon Alley. She hollered to get their attention.

"Fred! George! Get down here!"

In an instant, they apparated down to her in their ridiculous looking identical suits that were still clashing with their hair.

"Ginny!"

"To what do we owe this visit, sister dearest?"

"I want to ask you both a question," Ginny said to them.

That intrigued them.

"Oh?"

"By all means! Go ahead."

"How do I look?"

Fred and George exchanged a look with each other.

"Trash," Fred settled on, eyeing her with a feign calculating look.

"I was going to say homeless," George said.

/

"Ron!" Ginny barked when she got back to the Burrow. Ron was pouring himself some pumpkin juice and flinched at the noise.

"Merlin, Ginny, what's with you?"

"I have a question."

"What is it?" Ron was scowling as he brandished his wand to dry the wet stain on his shirt.

"How do I look?"

Ron glanced at her, his nose wrinkling. He looked hilariously awkward. "Why are you asking me?"