Snorting slightly, Ginny called back, "Maybe." But she did tone her voice down a little. It only took a few more steps till she reached the bathroom. Peering inside, she caught sight of Bill laying on the tiled floor, and Ginny instantly raised an eyebrow. "Rough night, Billiam?"
For a second, her face took on a certain disapproving expression that was quite frequently seen on their mother's face. But as she gazed down at her oldest brother, Ginny instantly dispelled it. Who could blame him, after all, for wanting to get drunk? Not her, certainly. And she wasn't about to scold him like their Mum would have.
Dropping to her knees, Ginny said, "Let me see your hand first, and then maybe we can work on getting you off the bathroom floor, yeah?"