Ginny had planned to be there early to help fiddle and try to find the right channel, but she'd ended up late, much to her annoyance. "Carrow is a bloody cow," she informed the room at large as she walked in. The sixth years had their class earlier, and it had been unsettling and creepy as hell, and Ginny had ended up mouthing off. She knew it wouldn't do any good, but she couldn't help it, sometimes, and she'd ended up having to watch through a few more of the pensieve memories in the name of "seeing the truth" or some shite like that before she'd managed to get out of class.
"Did it start yet?" she asked, plopping down on the floor next to the bed, reaching to shove a stray strand of red hair out of her eyes. "And you're full of it, Finnigan. Chasers and Keepers take a lot more staying power than Seeker. They spend half the match sitting around doing nothing."