Ginny hadn't done anything much that day except try not to think too much about what would normally have been happening during the day. Eventually, she got sick of her own company and apparated to Shell Cottage.
Knocking on the door, she shifted the bag of presents from one hand to another. They were just simple things, but at least it was something. It was all she had been able to face doing this week. Everyone seemed to know and Ginny had felt worse seeing the sympathy on their faces.