If he wasn't going to leave, Ginny would. She turned on her heels and ran from the bungalow. Being close to him was the scariest thing in the world and she couldn't stay there and watch his rage simmer. He was too dangerous and Ginny couldn't allow herself to be a victim. Not again.
Ginny flew away from the house, the sand and short grass under her feet, red hair flying out behind her. She wasn't going to be able to sleep for another week.