Once Ginny regained her senses, she had a brief, intense urge to rip the damn portrait off the wall and hex it into oblivion. It would solve absolutely nothing, of course, and it wouldn't have even made her feel better, but...
Well, it would have made her feel better for a moment.
Maybe it was petty, but she was suddenly glad she had no sherbet lemons to offer. A childish voice in the back of her head whispered 'so there,' and then she shoved it aside to focus on the portrait.
"Yep, greater threats. I can only guess you're going to tell us what they are?"