Pangs of uncertainty about her future were not foreign to Virginia, but she never felt so properly old as she did when surrounded by young ladies just taking their first steps into adulthood. Ginny herself had never even attended the Hogwarts Coming Out Ball as an honouree, though her own debut had been a shiny affair. Still, as the witch looked around her, she began swiftly to regret attending, as every movement in the corner of her eye was a look at a life she might have led, had things been different. Suffice it to say, Ginny Carmichael was not in the mood for a celebration.

Sydney Podmore.

Something else that could have been, had Ginny herself more attractive, less reserved, more vivacious, less...her. Her doe eyes stared at him for longer than was, strictly-speaking, appropriate, and the witch's cheeks flushed scarlet when his own eyes moved to make contact. How was she to get out of this?

With nothing else for it, she shot the healer a small smile.