"Pansy," he whispered, finally meeting her gaze. "She...she was bid on by some French bloke, John Mitchell, and...and was off somewhere in Europe when she was shot, Ginny. I don't...I don't really know what that means, exactly, but it sounded bad in the paper, Gin. She's suffered injuries of some kind and I know how the Prophet can ghost over details. I...I haven't heard from her, in a few hours," he murmured softly, barely keeping his voice calm.
Draco glanced over at Ginny skeptically, trying to keep himself calm still. "I...I don't do worry well," he admitted quietly, managing a shaky laugh as he finished, realizing just how panicked he sounded.