, Ginny, true to her word, is sitting in the courtyard. Her back is against one of the stone walls, legs outstretched. A school book--not Potions, thank you--lays open on her lap. It was a free period for her, so why wouldn't she take the opportunity to do homework while waiting?
A part of her wondered why she was doing this, but a stronger part of her was wondering if anyone else
had bothered doing this. There was plenty of reason not to like Snape. There were plenty of reasons to
give him the benefit of the doubt, especially young. Plus, she couldn't quite justify being rude to him when he could have very well been the main reason that the students who opposed the Dark Lord managed to live at Hogwarts her sixth year.
The hand that was not on the book was clutching the candy protectively against those who might try to charm it away. Sorry, hungry looking third year. She knows.]