Re: Ginny/Molly
Molly slid her arm around Ginny, kissing the top of her head. She managed a sip of tea, then let the cup rest on her thigh. "There wasn't anything to be done, love," she told her daughter. "It was so fast. She must have planned it..."
She kissed Ginny's forehead again. "It's not right," she agreed, blinking slowly. "Not the least bit right."