[Ginny accepts the glass of water with a smile of thanks, taking a sip as she looks around the apartment with a quietly unsettled feeling in her stomach. She's seen this before in other places. She's seen it in a whole cabin, devoid of every magical resident from her world. Ginny still hates it, though it's a fact of life when it comes to living in the City.

She glances over to Cinna over the rim of her glass, smiling turning vaguely amused.]

Of course I'll help you. I hope there's a ball for Christmas this year—I missed out on being his date about seven years ago for the same sort of thing.