It had, in fact, been quiet the past few days. After her initial run-in with Harry, Ginny set her sights on avoiding him as much as possible. Head down, go to the therapy sessions with Dr. Travers, and get out of here. She supposed that she should seek out Percy as well, but she wasn't sure whether he wanted to see her either. And, honestly, the youngest Weasley couldn't take another rejection like that.
So, rather than try, Ginny was outside. She was just walking the perimeter, kicking a rock that she had found along the way. What the witch really wanted to do was fly. She wanted a broom and wanted to be high in the air right now. But that was a no-go. Kicking around a rock it was. Maybe she'd find Tonks or Professor Lupin later.
Coming closer to one of the other people, one she didn't recognise, Ginny knit her eyebrows. "What are you doing?"