Harry entered the bookstore in a rush. He wasn't late, yet, but he was coming dangerously close to being so. He didn't need Ginny's added anger.
He already had enough of it already.
The shop was fairly empty, but it didn't surprise him. It was the middle of summer and a weekday and people did work on occasion. A lot of things had to be done still and far too much healing, but everyone still got up and many still went to work.