[ The last bit catches her off-guard, enough that a startled laugh escapes before she can curb it with the vague annoyance she'd been feeling since he approached her. Ginny bites down on her bottom lip and glances away, ears burning, and she brushes past the candor of his afternoon plans and latches onto the real conversation, the fact they're all here: being recruited into a war. That's the hardest thing of all to swallow here, the idea that they're being so grandly welcomed and expected to—what? Feel like comrades with their captors? Enough to fight for them, never mind that the truth lies in whether or not they can return home?

Maybe she really did get knocked out by a garden gnome. ]

You said you've got the gift of Sight? [ Which carries a different meaning at home. ] Personally, I don't know how much good seeing the future will do you here. Predict the outcome of this war, maybe. [ She pauses, eyes roaming the party in turn, her voice dropping. ] Though, I don't know if true Seers could ever... [ No one knew the extent of their war, the damage, the losses. Ginny exhales, visibly shaking off the malaise, resisting the urge to reach for her wand just to feel the comforting warmth of it against her palm. ] I'm done with wars. Maybe that doesn't make a difference, being here, but...

[ She shrugs, brushing a hand through her flaming hair, finally looking back at him. He still hasn't won her over, but they're all in this together—or something like it, right? ]

It's magic, isn't it. Beings and witches and things hiding in plain sight, that's what you're talking about? It's just what it is at home. It's seeing everything out in the open like this that's amazing.