Ginny left the knitting going on the kitchen table and went to the door. She heard Kingsley's voice and gave a small smile. Kings was one of the few people in the world who she felt completely safe around. There was no nasty emotional baggage when it came to Kingsley.
She opened the door and ushered him inside, just in case prying eyes with telephoto lenses were watching again. The incredibly unflattering photograph of her family next to her mother's grave that had been on the front page of the Prophet Friday morning still haunted her mind.
"Kingsley, so nice of you to drop by." Ginny said politely, knowing he was being rather formal because of the guard at the door.