Re: Ginny's Death
Al was by the High Table, in the corner by the wall which was mostly empty. It was darker here, so dark, but he squinted at the page of his notebook keeping his wand unlit. The charmed ceiling of the Great Hall above them held no stars in sight. Just the wet, murky fog of clouds looming low, the clouds which held no storms or thunder in them, only the never-ending rain.
He listened for the sounds of outside fighting as a warning but there was none: just the voices of the people along the tables, hushed exchanges, Hannah's tale and a baby's sharp cry muted by a silencing spell.
It's been at least an hour, more... Severus' shield which he cast around Al dimmed. Faded in the dark. Al could still tell that it was there. He sat and filled two pages of his notebook with logs and then he waited.
And the noises he'd heard from the outside were people coming in, their people. So they were all right then. It was over.
Jamie found him.
"M'fine," Al confirmed. "What's happening out there?"
He was tired, ready to go back to their rooms with Severus, get him cleaned up, crash into bed, and wake up for work tomorrow.