The grinning little man was coming to their booth now, his basket heavy on his arm, and as he passed Rhett Butler a handsome gold cigar case was thrown carelessly into the basket.
Slipping and sliding, he ran on towards the door; he leapt over Luna, who was groaning on the floor, past Ginny, who said, " Harry—what—? " , past Ron, who giggled feebly, and Hermione, who was still unconscious.
I'm starting to feel like one of those annoying, giggling girls who approach me at a bar but are too nervous to have a conversation without acting as if everything I say is so damn funny.
Down she dropped again--this time the wheel and its music were slowing and a dozen people were around her car, all of them impelled by the quality of her laughter to smile in sympathetic idiocy.