Ginny picked up the morning newspaper. She couldn't help herself, she flipped to the gossip columns to see if any of them mentioned Thorfinn Rowle's mystery woman. She didn't want to deal with the fallout from her family being identified would bring, but she would enjoy a little speculation. She scowled at the paper. Not a single mention of her resplendent gown. But plenty about the radiant Hermione Lestrange. Circe's tit she hated that name. It sounded so pretentious. Everywhere she went someone was singing the witch's praises. Like they did with the other Hermione she knew.