Ginny looked down at the rabbit and blanched just a bit. She had no problem with eating meat, but to see it done..it was a little odd, really. "Why don't you have something from the kitchen?" She asked in a pragmatic way, then lifted her shoulder in a shrug.
"I was taking a walk, is all." The redhead gave the answer to his question tersely, half expecting some sort of comment as to shoo her away. Like she was the annoying little sister yet again, rather than her own identity. Rather than Ginny Weasley, she felt like the tag-along. Even there was no one that she was tagging along.