"No, it's not. C'mon." Ginny took a step back, opening the door to let him pass easily. "It's off-season, yeah? All I've got for a bit is time, anyway." It was true enough -- press had died down, there were few quidditch obligations and they were far and few between. It was supposed to be relaxing but the first few weeks Ginny had always found unnerving and stressful, adjusting to time off.
"Forgive the mess." She gestured towards the table. "Trying to throw my lot in with the red strings. It's bloody awful. You'd think we'd find a better way to do things, yeah?" A small laugh accompanied her question as the realization hit her how nervous she was next to the tenseness from Harry.