Someone turns around to talk with her

"Hey, Ginny."

Ginny panickily straightened up, one hand on her crotch, between her tightly closed legs

"Y-yeah?"

The student in front of her said "Can you borrow one quill, please!"

"S-s-Su-rr-ree. Here" she handed it, fumbling with it in her hands first.

"Everything alright with you??"

"YES!" she yelled "Just a bit nervous about... about... ahh...

"Quidditch game?"

"YUP! That is it. The Quidditch game! Nothing more! I'm nervous about that and nothing more!!"

The other student thought her behaviour was odd, but she ignored it and turned to her table.

She then looked at her clothing on the floor. Both pieces had been caught underneath different leg chairs. No way she could get them back nor ragged without asking her classmate and telling her predicament. Calm Ginny might had done that. But this Ginny was stressed and aroused. Not thinking straight. She looked at the clock. 3 minutes.