Her reflection shared the same slightly confused look as the girl who stood before the mirror, toothbrush hanging from her mouth haphazardly as she was taken away with her thoughts.
It was seemingly known, as her twin older brothers had made quite clear to her, that Ginny had no trouble in the romance department. It was true that she had somehow found herself in a relationship despite having residual feelings for a certain dark haired boy with glasses and a well-known scar, and yet these relationships had so far only been with those of the male variety. Why then, when she looked upon Luna Lovegood, did she suddenly feel as if…her eyebrows pulled together and she continued the cleaning of her teeth as she tried to push such thoughts away.
It was a useless endeavor of course, as even earlier that day; the very girl had physically bumped into herself and Michael in a rather close moment and instead of feeling even a bit of shock she'd felt pleasure roll through her. She'd felt pleasure at being caught by the girl who was so very unlike any of the others she had met before.
She caped her toothpaste and leaned against the stone basin of the sink. Luna, whose voice was so gentle, and who used it to say the oddest yet extremely endearing things, that was the girl who flooded her mind at the most random of moments. Yet the same Luna who was the hardest of creatures to read, surely she wouldn't have any interest in Ginny.
"You are sort of taken at the moment anyway, stop laboring over this." She made a ridiculous face at herself in the mirror, only to look over her shoulder and see Hermoine standing there with a most amused expression on her face.
"You alright then Ginny?" The older girl asked, her slight laugh evident in her tone of voice.
"Most well, night." The red head mumbled as she darted past Hermoine and out of the room.