There was no way around noticing Ginny smelled like a brewery. She managed to make it over to the couch and collapsed, looking broken and grim. "Hermione, why does my life suck? Why am I so damn angry?" She laid her head back. She was beyond crying. Crying had ended hours ago. She was just bitter and numb at this point.
"Why does everything keep getting taken away from me?" She pulled at her hair, trying to put it in a bun.