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Ginny Weasley (ginny_gin) wrote in pandorarpg,

Ron or Hermione had woken Ginny up. Or maybe it had been mum. Or somebody. Anybody. It didn't matter, not really, not when they brought news that made her want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over her head and make the world go away forever.

Instead, she got up. Had someone urged her to? She had already forgotten. Somehow she managed to get dressed, pull a comb through her hair, go through the routine motions of someone getting ready for the day. Somehow she found herself stumbling downstairs. She avoided the kitchen (mum was probably there), walked in on Hermione and Percy.

Of all people.

"Percy. You're here."

A statement, not a question. Couldn't she shift into anger? Why couldn't she shift into anger? Anger was easier to deal with. Comforting, almost. She needed anger right then, but she couldn't seem to reach around the hollow numbness to grab it.