All things considering, a few hours in the cooler was mostly a dull experience. They had brought her in, given her a glass of water, and, after a healer checked that nothing was broken, they left her alone with nary a magazine to occupy her.
Smith hadn't killed Harry. Likely he had nothing to do with it at all. It both pained and relieved her to admit that. On the one hand, there really was no way a talentless git like Smith could ever come close to doing someone like Harry in, but on the other... that left Ginny with nothing. She was no closer to finding out the truth.
She spent an hour or two with her head in her hands, mostly feeling exhausted, hungry and drained. She only hoped they wouldn't tell her parents. They didn't need that kind of pain right then. They really didn't. She would accept any charges filed against her if it meant they wouldn't drag her parents in.
And then they told her they were bringing in Percy, of all people. And then suddenly he was standing at the door, a typical, soddish expression on his pinched face.
"Hey, Perce." She forced a grin, just about kicked her feet up on the bench. "Fancy meeting you here. Care to join me?"