You walked past your sister Hermione and friend Ginny in deep discussion by the edge of the Black Lake. They abruptly stopped the moment they spotted you and you quickly ordered them to fess up. Ginny thought for a moment, then asked if you might want to practice Quidditch with her later, an invitation which you, of course, accepted. She beamed and you smiled back, letting go of your curiosity toward their mysterious conversation. Once you were distracted by Harry calling you over to see something in a tree, Ginny looked to Hermione with a shrug and a small smile. The plan had been for her to ask you on a date, but hey, this was at least a start.