Re: Al and Ginny
Ginny hadn't left the infirmary save to send the owls to her family. She'd asked a house-elf to bring her grading to her - it was neatly stacked on the table where she'd left it the night before - and she had the diary to go through.
She was reading her daughter's scribbles as the protection charm hadn't proved much trouble when Al tapped on her shoulder. She turned to her son and gave him a strained smile, shutting the book. Ginny didn't want to discuss it until she'd gone through it with a fine tooth comb... She had to look for the signs that she knew she'd recognise quicker and more easily than anybody else.
"How are you?" she asked, placing her hand on top of his on her shoulder. "I'm not hungry, thank you- But eat here? It would be... Good to talk to you, love."