’Then I acknowledge your superiority Mrs. Devine,’ Ginny said, with a genuine, if slightly oblivious smile, she wasn’t picking up any of the subtext of the conversation. Although her mother might have agreed with Mrs. Devines feeling of superiority – if only on the basis that she was already married to a wealthy pureblood.

Ginny played another card, and if anything it was worse than the last. She put down 1 card and was forced to draw 4 more. She gave a huffing expression of annoyance, her brow furrowed and lips pursed. She might not mind losing but she didn’t necessarily want to lose, ’oh well blast that!’ she said, and swooped her hand into a stack and flopped it down on the table. ’Goodness I’m not sure why I bothered’ she huffed, ’Well played Mrs Divine, you’re a natural it would seem.’

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