Ginny could see a little of it in his face, but then of all the times she'd seen him he'd always looked stressed, for obvious reasons. "I talked to Bill the other night," she started, hands fiddling in her lap even though she kept her eyes on his, "I guess all of us- my brothers and Fleur and Mum and Dad- they want us all to go into hiding, in a safe house. I didn't... I mean part of me doesn't understand why, but then... then I remembered you saying I might need to, and well, part of what Bill was saying sort of made sense and-" And she was rambling but she couldn't stop really, "-and he actually explained it to me instead of trying to talk down to me or trick me or something... so I said yes. I just kept thinking about you and I figured, you'd want me to go with them, right? So... we're all going. To France, and soon I think."