Ginny hadn't been totally lying when she told Percy and Hermione that she was going to lie down for a while. She did, in fact, lie down. She scribbled in her diary for a bit (old and stupid habits tended to linger far longer than they had any right to). She considered what, exactly, her next move ought to be.
Certainly she couldn't confront Smith that day. Not when a steady stream of visitors would continue to drop by the Burrow. No possible way that would work out. Patience wasn't her best virtue, but she was prepared to wait a day.
And anyway, a few minutes later, Dean came into her bedroom and she felt herself deflate a bit. Dean was solid. Dependable. Not the type to confront a murder suspect while half-raving mad.
"Hey." Luckily she had been sitting on the edge of her bed. Best not to appear totally pathetic. "You want something to eat or... something?"