Attending the Malfoy Masked Ball with Thorfinn might have been the most magical night of her life. It had been leaps better than the Yule Ball with Neville. Since her mask changed her hair to a sophisticated blonde updo, no one even suspected little Ginny Weasley had breached their walls. She couldn't stop grinning, it had been magical. Rowle insisted on leaving early for their own more private celebration. Ginny deflated slightly, Harry had been feeling ill more often than not lately. She needed to step things back up with him. She knew she had been neglecting him as of late, but her new romance was more exciting than stolen exchanges hidden away in the shadows. Rowle took her shopping at exclusive shops, to posh restaurants that ensured privacy, and all the exciting hanky panky one could get up to with said privacy.