"No. No, I didn't hear it." She'd been standing in a bookshop when the wall came down, though. She could remember it clearly, the way everyone had reacted when they'd heard the wall was down. And she could remember how happy she'd felt, because she had begun to actually fear they would be stuck in there for so much longer.
Ginny didn't talk for another while as she scrubbed at the grime on her skin, grateful for the water, the soap. What a silly thing to be grateful about.
A happy sigh escaping her, she was quiet for a few minutes more before she blurted out, "Did you tell Mum? How's the weather been? How've you been?" Eyeing him, with a slightly suspicious note in her voice, Ginny asked, "Have you slept much?"