Mith Weasley

Ginny Weasley sat alone in the common room, reading in front of the fire. She had been completely unaware of any of her surroundings, until she felt a small breeze sweep past her, and felt a chill creep up her spine. She was startled to see a tall boy with black hair sitting in the chair next to hers, when she turned back around. “Hello, Ginny. I see you’ve grown up since I last saw you,” the boy said calmly.