It had all been a blur. A strange, frustrating, dizzying blur of activity. Ginny could remember the bludger -- how she hadn't been able to move out of the way fast enough with the quaffle in hand. She'd felt the crack of bone in the mess of colors and sensations, that she could remember. The second bludger was lost to the same swirl of colors and sounds that had claimed the first part of her waking in St Mungos. Rushed voices tried to explain to her what had happened but it was all lost and muddled with the ruffled pecking of her mum. It was all on a plane of existence that was just outside her grasp.
What she could recall with any certainty was the way not a single face in the room seemed pleased when she'd finally spoken to ask if the Harpies had won.
Getting them to leave had been a miracle in and of itself that had taken what felt like hours. It was confusing and all together too much to a brain that had trouble sorting through the haze. She couldn't even properly recall if she'd been visited by George and then Fred, or if George had just entered her room twice. The silence that blanketed the room after the closing of the door felt like a warm, soft blanket. She closed her eyes and, despite the initial sensation of vertigo, breathed a sigh of relief. It felt entirely blissful for those precious few moments before it was broken with a tiny "hey." Ginny opened her eyes - the vertigo hitting her again instantly - and tried to make sense of the shift in the room. It took her a moment for her brown eyes to settle on Harry as the source of that change, and a further moment for her brain to make the connection to the sight of Harry to her knowledge of Harry. Her brain all together felt like it existed in the same sensation of trying to chew through a sticky caramel; painfully slow, and uncooperative.
"Hey," she said after a moment, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. In those moments of slow associations, as soon as it had begun to form, it faded as she saw the way the look on his face was different and he held himself so terribly awkwardly. "What's wrong?"