Ginny muttered softly, "He sent me to you," but didn't look up. She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her self. She felt cold and alone. A part of Ginny wanted to continue to cry, and a part of her wanted to push it all down and forget it about it. Unfortunately, the latter won out.
"I'm sorry, Harry." Ginny said, wiping her eyes. "I need to get more in control of myself."