Re: Ginny's Death Downstairs? He didn't want to go downstairs. He didn't want her exposed to people and their curiosity. He let go, just long enough to wipe his tears with a hand, before hugging her again, more tears falling down his face already.
"She shouldn't be there. Too many people. She wouldn't want to be there, with people staring at her." James closed his eyes and started to sob, and he wished that he could stop, that he could react like he always had in front of death, but he couldn't, not with his mother.
It took great efforts even to talk, let alone think rationally. Right now, he wanted to bring her to their room and closed the door, but he couldn't do that. He knew it was wrong. "A room here. We can find an empty room, find a bed, and then we need to find Dad and Al."