"Of course you're not bothering me," Mandy said, grinning at Ginny. "As long as you don't mind if I eat my lunch while we chat?" She could tell just by looking at her friend that something was wrong.
She showed Ginny into her office, telling her to get comfortable while she got her lunch from the little cold box by the desk. Roast beef sandwich and homemade crisps. Lavender would be having a matching lunch, and the thought made her grin.
"How can I help?" she asked, after taking the first bite of her sandwich.