"Oh Bill, no. It's not that at all, I swear." The instant the words had come out of his mouth, Ginny was turning towards him, resting her hand on his arm and briefly dropping her head to his shoulder for a moment. "I promise, none of us are avoiding you, Bill. I think... maybe sometimes I feel like you don't want me around too much, any of us? But it's not that we don't want to be here. We love you, of course we want to be here. I am always going to be here when and if you need me."
Her heart ached for her brother, because as much as she felt the loss of Fleur (and George), Ginny knew Bill felt it more. Fleur was his wife. Ginny remembered, briefly, the way she'd felt when she'd thought Harry was dead, the cold deadness in side of her, the rage. She thought maybe that was only a fragment of what Bill was feeling, because he really had lost his love. She wished so much that you could heal his pain, or weven bring Fleur back to him. But she couldn't, no one could.
After a moment, she said softly. "Toire is always going to look like Fleur, Bill. You can't hold that against her, though. I know it hurts, but... she misses Fleur, too. And worse, she misses you and I don't think she understands why you won't see her. She needs her Daddy." Ginny paused and then rested her chin on his shoulder. "I think maybe you need her too, Bill."