As they've been talking, the front lawn of the school has slowly emptied as students start heading to class, but Ginny hasn't noticed until the bell rings, signaling three minutes to get to class.
"Fuck!" she yelps, hiking her bag up on her shoulder. "I should probably not be late my second day. Four thirtyish, right here?"
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"Fuck!" she yelps, hiking her bag up on her shoulder. "I should probably not be late my second day. Four thirtyish, right here?"
She smiles at him and dashes off toward class.