Ginny folded her arms on the table and propped her head on them, using them as a pillow, "I should eat more and get really fat, and then I would be the cushion," She said, jokingly, winking at Neville, "Or maybe there's a charm in that book of yours that would soften a surface enough to make a pillow out of it."
Dropping her joke, Ginny sobered a bit, "I'm okay. Been better, naturally, but who hasn't. How about you?"