 It wasn’t Ginny she’d been looking for, though. It was a head of bright blonde hair that kept popping out of thin air, enticing her. It was a wink here, a tongue or a finger running over the lips there; seemingly innocent gestures that she knew very well were aimed at her. They also made her super conscious and paranoid that someone else would notice his eyes piercing her as his tongue ran slowly over his full lower lip. Or worse, that they would notice the effect these gestures had on her. She spent as little time as possible in crowded places these days, in fear that someone might see something.