Though his sentiments were warm, Ginny could feel the chill in the kitchen as well. As if she could read his mind, she lit the stove with her wand, which was safely tucked in the back-pocket of her well-worn jeans.
Bill's apathy and visible hang over made her smile a bit, but the idea of just leaving the whole mess made her giggle. On every level Ginny knew the idea was wrong...but it was Phlegm. Ginny simply didn't like her. It all came down to the fact that Phlegm was just not good enough for Bill.
"I'm sure that would put her in quite a mood...coming home to this." Ginny lazily waved her arm in the direction of the living room.