No one should be allowed to eat like that. It's obscene. I'm sure it's illegal somewhere, Zanzibar perhaps. Maybe there they'd cut out her tongue for licking like that.
"Ginny, stop it!"
"Stop what?" all sticky innocence.
"Never mind."
She shrugs with a faint smile and goes back to swirling her tongue across George and Fred's latest invention.
I sigh and try to concentrate on the scritch-scratch of my quill across blank parchment.
"What?" she queries.
"Nothing."
"Hermione, if this is about…"
"No, really it's nothing, it's fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
Silence. I continue writing.
"Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."