Ginny was aching, but she wouldn't shed a tear. Her face felt raw, her torso felt bruised where it had impacted against the bumpy wall. As they walked passed a bathroom, Ginny grabbed Neville's arm and urged him to follow her. She really didn't want to be alone.
"I'm fine - " She broke off, looking at the mirror. She didn't look fine. Shoulders sagging a little, she slumped over to a sink, picking up a toilet roll as she went. She poured some cold water onto the paper and dabbed at her cheek, wincing a bit.
"Fucking cow, that Parkinson," Ginny hissed, looking at Neville's reflection in the mirror, "She gave me about a million detentions too. Knowing my luck, I'll get the Carrows for at least one of them."
Continuing to dab at her face, she tried to smile at Neville, "You're like my own little hero, what were you doing out? I thought I'd be there all night."