Ginny hadn't done much at all that day. She had been feeling a bit seedy after drinking too much the night before and hadn't had any motivation to do anything really. There was nothing to do anyway. The usual Christmas festivities held no appeal without their parents there. Normally Ginny would have been roped into helping her mother to cook up a storm for Christmas day, and normally she would have complained about it, but now she was missing it desperately.
Hearing Charlie's voice, Ginny looked up from where she had been lying on the couch for most of the day and made a face. "Not really."
She watched him with the wine and crackers and could just imagine what their mother would say if she could see him now. Her gaze landed on the flowers, which she had accepted but hadn't read the note. She didn't want to hear anyone else's condolences just yet. She'd heard enough. It was very nice of everyone and she knew her parents were well respected and would be missed, but it was just too much after a while. "Who are the flowers from?"