Ginny nodded and closed her eyes. She wanted to believe she was going to be okay, but how was she going to be? She couldn't remember anything except... Harry. Thinking of Harry made her want to cry more.
They'd had a dismal date the day before, and she remembered crying herself to sleep. Nothing more. She wanted to see him, too, but what if he was too busy? What if their relationship wasn't ever going to be normal?
"I remember," she said, feeling a combination of relief and regret over her failed date with Harry. "It's the 14th, yeah?"