"I'm sure neither of us are in a place for boasting, Harry." She replied, also staring at that same space on the floor. It wasn't exactly as if Ginny was here simply on holiday or because she had heard that so many other people were here.
Again, there was silence. What do you say when there were so many thoughts in your head? The littlest Weasley motioned with her head down the hall. "We'll walk, yeah?" Just a walk, Harry. No yelling or fighting. Just a walk and maybe a little conversation.
The conversation had to actually start, though. And he didn't seem so forthcoming. Nor so inquisitive about her. Eyes were moving, darting around the place because she still wasn't used to the vastness of it all, and then flickering back over to Harry every now and again. "How was it?" She finally asked. Quietly. "Out there?" Did he find what he had been looking for?