Ginny had been scrubbing a spot on Parkinson's carpet with a foul smelling cleaning potion. She'd been instructed not to use more than she needed, but when the door burst open and there was shouting, she slipped and spilled a bit across the rug. She jumped, looking up at the boy with a confused face.
"Merlin's tits, Nev. What in blazing hell?" She asked, cursing under her breath as she moved to blot up the spilled potion.