[Ginny tends to fall into the habit of snogging doctors on this curse. A curse of which she is something of a veteran, what with it being her first ever all those Decembers ago. It always seems to fall on the days she's decided to go Christmas shopping, too, and one would think she's learned by now, and she's really trying to keep her hands free and ready for pushing people away—which is why she's caught under this awning, trying to rearrange her shopping bags.
An awning that's got a cheery little sprig of mistletoe sprouting from it.
Naturally she's too busy to notice because some nicely-wrapped gifts have just spilled out of a tear in a bag and Bollocks! because she has to pick them all back up now.]
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An awning that's got a cheery little sprig of mistletoe sprouting from it.
Naturally she's too busy to notice because some nicely-wrapped gifts have just spilled out of a tear in a bag and Bollocks! because she has to pick them all back up now.]