Ginny's robe and shoes were strewn on the floor, She was curled up in a small ball on her bed, Her red hair was tangled covering her face. She looked small and incredibly fragile, like a doll someone had cast aside.
She didn't even move when she heard her name, because she was sure she was hearing things. She was desperate to find a bottle to crawl into, but she had made a promise to her brother.