"Fine. Don't grovel. But bloody well talk, okay? Otherwise I'm locking you all, wandless, in a padded room until you figure it out." She threatened. If she had to bloody well mediate a talk between them, she would.
"That's a big if." She reminded him. "And how do you know something else wouldn't have distracted him? Or you? Or anyone?" It had taken Ginny most of the past year to come to terms with the untimely deaths of her family and friends, but she'd made some progress. "Thinking like that you could say that anyone was responsible. Any number of things could've been different that would've changed what happened." She matched his frown and took another small sip of her drink. Her own mind going over the things that she could've done differently. What lives could she have saved if she had?
"If George blamed you, he never mentioned it to me and I can tell you what, I certainly never felt that way. You coming back...you being there was part of what held me together this past year. We lost Fred, but we had you again and so that hole...Well it meant that not everything was falling apart." She said softly. Discussing her own feelings about things was never really Ginny's forte. She was much better at listening and offering advice. She wasn't particularly...mushy and this felt a bit too much that way for her tastes. She took an extra long sip from her drink and fiddled with the ice cubes.
"You're right. I don't." She admitted. "But it wasn't really a picnic without you around either, y'know."