Ginny stared down at his wounds, frowning. Her fingers moved out to touch the scar on his side and she felt that familiar hatred welling up in her. Goyle was on the short list and if she had a wand, she'd kill him. Without a second though. She'd changed since Harry had died, but hadn't they all?
"Me too. In a heart beat. Wouldn't even hesitate." She sighed and turned to her food, taking it and picking it apart. She had to eat, she knew that she had to eat. Instead, she took anther drink and offered him the mug.