Ginny raised her interlocked fingers above her head stretching slowly, and sighed with relief as her tense muscles relaxed a little. Letting herself sink further into the couch cushion, Ginny rolled her head back to stare at the ceiling. She could just make out the faint sound of laughter coming from upstairs. A fond smile tugged at the corner of her lips. That was a sound they didn't get to hear often enough.
The brief moment of lethargy didn't really last long. It never did. Ginny pulled her legs up under herself before sitting up.
She had been forcibly trying to avoid thinking about the failed spell all week. Keeping herself busy by canvassing new meeting locations. She suspected that a few of the usual sites had been compromised. There was no hard evidence for that, just a feeling she had. And in any case, she had been using a couple for more than a few months now and she liked to change things often enough to avoid forming a pattern.
It gave her the illusion of safety.
Pulling her hair up into the messy bun, Ginny reached above her head again stretching out kinks that never really went away. After all no one ever really relaxed anymore.
The couch dipped a little as George sat down.
She narrowed her eyes at him in response to the stupid nickname. She hated it and he knew it. Which also meant he would keep doing it. But he didn't really give her a chance to retaliate.
Ginny looked away.
"What are we supposed to make of anything anymore. Did we really think there would be a magical answer? Merlin's balls, it's been 10 years. There aren't anymore miracles left," Ginny said bitterly.