Ginny pulled her legs towards her and sat up when Charlie came around to sit near her. She yawned, feeling tired despite not doing much all day and rubbed her face. "No thanks," she replied, making a face at the thought of drinking wine yet.
As she watched him, Ginny wondered how he was doing but didn't bother asking if he was okay. She knew by now she'd get assured that he was, though she wasn't sure if she believed that answer any more. "You really need to get some real food," she said instead, which was probably the wrong thing also considering how much all the boys seemed to rely on their mother for a lot of their nutrition.
"You'll tell me if I'm getting in your way, right?" she asked, something she had been worrying about for a few days now. It didn't help that she just wanted to go home but home wasn't home without their parents there too. On top of everything else going on, she felt like she was homeless now too, despite the many offers of a place to stay she had received from family and friends.