Ginny looked up to see who had cast the shadow and came face to face with Remie. Her dark hair was hanging around her sharp features as she had bent over to talk to Ginny. She was wearing a clingy black dress that draped around her angles. From afar Ginny had thought she looked elegant, but up close she looked too sharp and pointy to be elegant.
"Can I help you?" Ginny asked cockily, staring back at Remie. She closed her book, picked up the rest and stood up, forcing Remie to take a step back. Remie didn't like that. She huffed and stepped back into Ginny's personal bubble.
"Do you know who I am?" Remie snarled.
"I'm not sure. Have we met?" Ginny asked callously. They had definitely met and Ginny hated her more every time she saw her.
Remie snorted, her anger building rapidly. "Look,
